| Song | Dying Age |
| Artist | Purified in Blood |
| Album | Reaper of Souls |
| 作曲 : Anneland, Enoksen, Mosness ... | |
| This world is not ours | |
| Still we ravage with no remorse | |
| We blindly follow leaders | |
| And choose not to question the course | |
| Ten thousand years of civilised culture | |
| Where are we headed | |
| In the fading light of justice | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| What choices do we leave our children | |
| When all we do is exploit and consume | |
| Weakness reigns in our hearts | |
| There is life in every breath | |
| But when will we be able to breath | |
| Bitterness flows in open streams | |
| What is left of beauty | |
| What is left for everyone to see | |
| Ten thousand years of civilised culture | |
| Where are we headed | |
| In the fading light of justice | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| In this savage season | |
| There is still life in every breath | |
| There is still beauty in every stone | |
| But as the butchered landscape witness | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| In the dying strain of pure beauty | |
| I fall to my knees |
| zuò qǔ : Anneland, Enoksen, Mosness ... | |
| This world is not ours | |
| Still we ravage with no remorse | |
| We blindly follow leaders | |
| And choose not to question the course | |
| Ten thousand years of civilised culture | |
| Where are we headed | |
| In the fading light of justice | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| What choices do we leave our children | |
| When all we do is exploit and consume | |
| Weakness reigns in our hearts | |
| There is life in every breath | |
| But when will we be able to breath | |
| Bitterness flows in open streams | |
| What is left of beauty | |
| What is left for everyone to see | |
| Ten thousand years of civilised culture | |
| Where are we headed | |
| In the fading light of justice | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| In this savage season | |
| There is still life in every breath | |
| There is still beauty in every stone | |
| But as the butchered landscape witness | |
| Life is not left to live | |
| In the dying strain of pure beauty | |
| I fall to my knees |