| Song | Rider of the Last Day |
| Artist | Tarot |
| Album | Suffer Our Pleasures |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hietela, Tolsa | |
| The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
| I'm a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
| My soul was never sold, | |
| I gave it away for free. | |
| No conscience worries, just me. | |
| I'm the rider of the last day. | |
| The rider of the last day. | |
| Better lose your dreams on me. | |
| They were wasted anyway. | |
| The stars are my brothers, they're calling me to shine. | |
| Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
| Here's my hand, take it and | |
| I'll share it all with you. | |
| There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
| I'm the rider... | |
| Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
| Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
| Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
| Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
| Lost from holiness, | |
| I couldn't care less. | |
| Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
| Wide-eyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
| Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
| I'm the rider... |
| zuo qu : Hietela, Tolsa | |
| The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
| I' m a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
| My soul was never sold, | |
| I gave it away for free. | |
| No conscience worries, just me. | |
| I' m the rider of the last day. | |
| The rider of the last day. | |
| Better lose your dreams on me. | |
| They were wasted anyway. | |
| The stars are my brothers, they' re calling me to shine. | |
| Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
| Here' s my hand, take it and | |
| I' ll share it all with you. | |
| There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
| I' m the rider... | |
| Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
| Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
| Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
| Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
| Lost from holiness, | |
| I couldn' t care less. | |
| Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
| Wideeyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
| Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
| I' m the rider... |
| zuò qǔ : Hietela, Tolsa | |
| The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin. | |
| I' m a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin. | |
| My soul was never sold, | |
| I gave it away for free. | |
| No conscience worries, just me. | |
| I' m the rider of the last day. | |
| The rider of the last day. | |
| Better lose your dreams on me. | |
| They were wasted anyway. | |
| The stars are my brothers, they' re calling me to shine. | |
| Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine. | |
| Here' s my hand, take it and | |
| I' ll share it all with you. | |
| There are no saviours but one and you know who. | |
| I' m the rider... | |
| Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain. | |
| Walk unscarred through the bullet hail. | |
| Feet in the mud, fist to the sky. | |
| Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye. | |
| Lost from holiness, | |
| I couldn' t care less. | |
| Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless. | |
| Wideeyed hypnosis, just stare your life away. | |
| Build in my castle from your shreds, burn it down on judgement day. | |
| I' m the rider... |