| 歌曲 | Army Of The Dying Sun |
| 歌手 | This Ending |
| 专辑 | Dead Harvest |
| 作曲 : Nirbrant, Pignon ... | |
| In splendour we progress | |
| This whimsical world | |
| All we consume | |
| And let time progress | |
| Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
| Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
| Like animals we flee from the flames | |
| Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
| There is no goal | |
| Abstract faith our shelter | |
| Spiritual self-medication | |
| And the faithness are lost | |
| Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
| Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
| Like animals we flee from the flames | |
| Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
| Conducting our own end | |
| With sublime paradox | |
| We are the army | |
| Of the dying sun | |
| Blood loss of an entire people | |
| We draw the lies of this self-imposed evil | |
| There is no hope, our spirit is broken | |
| Choked out by our own hand | |
| Shed no tears for this our demise | |
| We are the makers of this ending | |
| Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide | |
| We are the army of the dying sun | |
| [Solo: L. Pignon] |
| zuò qǔ : Nirbrant, Pignon ... | |
| In splendour we progress | |
| This whimsical world | |
| All we consume | |
| And let time progress | |
| Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
| Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
| Like animals we flee from the flames | |
| Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
| There is no goal | |
| Abstract faith our shelter | |
| Spiritual selfmedication | |
| And the faithness are lost | |
| Blessed are the blind for they see no evil | |
| Every moment a chance, a chance to forget | |
| Like animals we flee from the flames | |
| Ignorance conceals the blood on our hands | |
| Conducting our own end | |
| With sublime paradox | |
| We are the army | |
| Of the dying sun | |
| Blood loss of an entire people | |
| We draw the lies of this selfimposed evil | |
| There is no hope, our spirit is broken | |
| Choked out by our own hand | |
| Shed no tears for this our demise | |
| We are the makers of this ending | |
| Architects of downfall, diplomats of suicide | |
| We are the army of the dying sun | |
| Solo: L. Pignon |