| Song | Bleeding Dust - Live |
| Artist | Tarot |
| Album | Live - Undead Indeed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hietala, Hitala, M, Tolsa | |
| There's magic in seven virgins | |
| After you've gone through a million whores | |
| All the longing is still for nothing | |
| And our time gets cut short | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Roses withering in graveyards | |
| How useless gestures can be? | |
| No dreams ever came from the ground | |
| There's nothing here for you to see | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Stab me, I'm bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Crawling in the cathedrals | |
| Revere the emptiness of all | |
| Hanging in the web of echoes | |
| The mother stalks you from the wall | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| It stays to haunt my stare | |
| Stab me, I'm bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Remind me now | |
| I'm dead, but how | |
| The walk is long | |
| Directions wrong |
| zuo qu : Hietala, Hitala, M, Tolsa | |
| There' s magic in seven virgins | |
| After you' ve gone through a million whores | |
| All the longing is still for nothing | |
| And our time gets cut short | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Roses withering in graveyards | |
| How useless gestures can be? | |
| No dreams ever came from the ground | |
| There' s nothing here for you to see | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Stab me, I' m bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Crawling in the cathedrals | |
| Revere the emptiness of all | |
| Hanging in the web of echoes | |
| The mother stalks you from the wall | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| It stays to haunt my stare | |
| Stab me, I' m bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Remind me now | |
| I' m dead, but how | |
| The walk is long | |
| Directions wrong |
| zuò qǔ : Hietala, Hitala, M, Tolsa | |
| There' s magic in seven virgins | |
| After you' ve gone through a million whores | |
| All the longing is still for nothing | |
| And our time gets cut short | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Roses withering in graveyards | |
| How useless gestures can be? | |
| No dreams ever came from the ground | |
| There' s nothing here for you to see | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| Stab me, I' m bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Crawling in the cathedrals | |
| Revere the emptiness of all | |
| Hanging in the web of echoes | |
| The mother stalks you from the wall | |
| Lead me out of despair | |
| It never leaves my stare | |
| It stays to haunt my stare | |
| Stab me, I' m bleeding dust | |
| Feeding the wind | |
| Bleeding dust | |
| I hope you choke | |
| Remind me now | |
| I' m dead, but how | |
| The walk is long | |
| Directions wrong |