| Song | Dry Well of Life |
| Artist | Trail of Tears |
| Album | Free Fall Into Fear |
| 作曲 : Hagen, Hansen, Heiseldal ... | |
| Seek shelter in the void | |
| And vanish slowly in the heart-felt terror | |
| Sterile is your thoughts | |
| but not your needs | |
| Attempting to be brave | |
| but still a slave | |
| A possessed servant | |
| A slave to the blade | |
| Burning panic, nothing more to gain | |
| For behold | |
| your precious love is slain | |
| Seek the lies you hail | |
| Seek the lies you left alone | |
| Nailed to the ground | |
| Seek the lies you hail | |
| Seek the lies you left alone | |
| Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
| Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
| Now that desperation run you down | |
| Leaves you to be raped by the dreams | |
| which slit and shred | |
| Yet another week attempt | |
| to reject the knife | |
| and to strengthen yourself | |
| from the source of all life | |
| an endless struggle to get rid of the lie | |
| But you are down on your knees | |
| Because the source has run dry |
| zuò qǔ : Hagen, Hansen, Heiseldal ... | |
| Seek shelter in the void | |
| And vanish slowly in the heartfelt terror | |
| Sterile is your thoughts | |
| but not your needs | |
| Attempting to be brave | |
| but still a slave | |
| A possessed servant | |
| A slave to the blade | |
| Burning panic, nothing more to gain | |
| For behold | |
| your precious love is slain | |
| Seek the lies you hail | |
| Seek the lies you left alone | |
| Nailed to the ground | |
| Seek the lies you hail | |
| Seek the lies you left alone | |
| Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
| Leaves you no traces to feed of | |
| Now that desperation run you down | |
| Leaves you to be raped by the dreams | |
| which slit and shred | |
| Yet another week attempt | |
| to reject the knife | |
| and to strengthen yourself | |
| from the source of all life | |
| an endless struggle to get rid of the lie | |
| But you are down on your knees | |
| Because the source has run dry |