| Song | Blood Colours the White |
| Artist | Shade Empire |
| Album | Zero Nexus |
| 作曲 : Shade Empire | |
| Hanging on a cliff | |
| Groping for something I cannot quite reach | |
| The fall is too deep | |
| If I let go It will take all that's left of me | |
| Blood colours the white | |
| I'm mesmerised | |
| It burns in my eyes | |
| But if I look away I lose all that I have | |
| My mind is turning black, it's burning | |
| Faces from the dark turning | |
| Through the scorched fields I am walking | |
| Towards the gates | |
| Who tells the truth? | |
| I see faces but | |
| the words they speak are unknown to me | |
| The crooked serpent | |
| The distance is too wide | |
| How can I know what's happening on the other side | |
| I want to let go | |
| But then there's no turning back | |
| I'm kept in the dark | |
| I stand on my grave | |
| No one is there | |
| There's no name on the stone | |
| Serpent around my neck... | |
| The gates are still sealed | |
| My mind is turning black, it's burning | |
| Faces from the dark turning | |
| Through the scorched fields I'm walking | |
| Towards the gates | |
| I have the key, but it's under my skin | |
| Blood colours the white |
| zuò qǔ : Shade Empire | |
| Hanging on a cliff | |
| Groping for something I cannot quite reach | |
| The fall is too deep | |
| If I let go It will take all that' s left of me | |
| Blood colours the white | |
| I' m mesmerised | |
| It burns in my eyes | |
| But if I look away I lose all that I have | |
| My mind is turning black, it' s burning | |
| Faces from the dark turning | |
| Through the scorched fields I am walking | |
| Towards the gates | |
| Who tells the truth? | |
| I see faces but | |
| the words they speak are unknown to me | |
| The crooked serpent | |
| The distance is too wide | |
| How can I know what' s happening on the other side | |
| I want to let go | |
| But then there' s no turning back | |
| I' m kept in the dark | |
| I stand on my grave | |
| No one is there | |
| There' s no name on the stone | |
| Serpent around my neck... | |
| The gates are still sealed | |
| My mind is turning black, it' s burning | |
| Faces from the dark turning | |
| Through the scorched fields I' m walking | |
| Towards the gates | |
| I have the key, but it' s under my skin | |
| Blood colours the white |