| Song | Trees Come Down |
| Artist | Fields of the Nephilim |
| Album | Laura |
| 作曲 : Field Of The Nephilim ... | |
| The war is passed | |
| Now she tells him again | |
| You should fetch the plans | |
| The(?), the(?) you see | |
| Leeway | |
| Like the sun over the closing door | |
| Whispered Caroline, walks down the steps | |
| So feel the pain, feel the pain | |
| The Heathen, the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen, the Heathen | |
| From the crowd "Come Children of the Called" | |
| And in the sect, they hurry around the closing door | |
| So feel the pain, feel the pain | |
| The Heathen, the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen, the Heathen | |
| The Heathen... | |
| Like the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen | |
| God look out for the Heathen | |
| The Heathen... | |
| One more nightmare calling | |
| Across the farthest fields | |
| The night skies are dawning | |
| Takes this much as you | |
| Trees come down | |
| Fall... | |
| There's a girl in a green dress | |
| She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame | |
| She's huddled by the girl who's crying in the red dress | |
| Hunger for life in this dying dying age |
| zuò qǔ : Field Of The Nephilim ... | |
| The war is passed | |
| Now she tells him again | |
| You should fetch the plans | |
| The?, the? you see | |
| Leeway | |
| Like the sun over the closing door | |
| Whispered Caroline, walks down the steps | |
| So feel the pain, feel the pain | |
| The Heathen, the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen, the Heathen | |
| From the crowd " Come Children of the Called" | |
| And in the sect, they hurry around the closing door | |
| So feel the pain, feel the pain | |
| The Heathen, the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen, the Heathen | |
| The Heathen... | |
| Like the Heathen | |
| Like the Heathen | |
| God look out for the Heathen | |
| The Heathen... | |
| One more nightmare calling | |
| Across the farthest fields | |
| The night skies are dawning | |
| Takes this much as you | |
| Trees come down | |
| Fall... | |
| There' s a girl in a green dress | |
| She' s got eyes like fire and lips so tame | |
| She' s huddled by the girl who' s crying in the red dress | |
| Hunger for life in this dying dying age |