| 作曲 : Asphyx | |
| Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
| Stoical glances reach no destination | |
| Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
| Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
| Bearing the everlasting pain | |
| Hatred and anger, self-respect is frozen | |
| Fearing what's to come | |
| Agonized by mental disillusion | |
| Dilapidated and declined | |
| Is this life or life's destiny | |
| Waiting for that particular salvation | |
| Which can make everything forget | |
| Emperors of salvation | |
| Death is to one's hand | |
| Just a simplistic solution | |
| Surviving is the driving force | |
| But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
| Narrow-minded thoughts far from clean | |
| Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
| Mankind's necessity to live is only a side-issue | |
| Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
| Freed from this life of misery | |
| Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
| To commit the body to the ground | |
| Disposed by the ghost of death | |
| The soul will roam eternally |
| zuo qu : Asphyx | |
| Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
| Stoical glances reach no destination | |
| Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
| Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
| Bearing the everlasting pain | |
| Hatred and anger, selfrespect is frozen | |
| Fearing what' s to come | |
| Agonized by mental disillusion | |
| Dilapidated and declined | |
| Is this life or life' s destiny | |
| Waiting for that particular salvation | |
| Which can make everything forget | |
| Emperors of salvation | |
| Death is to one' s hand | |
| Just a simplistic solution | |
| Surviving is the driving force | |
| But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
| Narrowminded thoughts far from clean | |
| Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
| Mankind' s necessity to live is only a sideissue | |
| Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
| Freed from this life of misery | |
| Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
| To commit the body to the ground | |
| Disposed by the ghost of death | |
| The soul will roam eternally |
| zuò qǔ : Asphyx | |
| Imprisoned in imaginative walls | |
| Stoical glances reach no destination | |
| Fallacy, looking for salvation | |
| Points of contact are missing for an etemaly | |
| Bearing the everlasting pain | |
| Hatred and anger, selfrespect is frozen | |
| Fearing what' s to come | |
| Agonized by mental disillusion | |
| Dilapidated and declined | |
| Is this life or life' s destiny | |
| Waiting for that particular salvation | |
| Which can make everything forget | |
| Emperors of salvation | |
| Death is to one' s hand | |
| Just a simplistic solution | |
| Surviving is the driving force | |
| But surviving is a hopeless cause | |
| Narrowminded thoughts far from clean | |
| Completely turned inside oneself, nothing surmised | |
| Mankind' s necessity to live is only a sideissue | |
| Waiting for that partcular salvation | |
| Freed from this life of misery | |
| Taken by the emperors of salvation | |
| To commit the body to the ground | |
| Disposed by the ghost of death | |
| The soul will roam eternally |