作曲 : Tristessa | |
Silence is written behind icons | |
Icons, keep the secret of horror | |
Whispers, reach your fear inside conscious | |
Horror, rings deadly horizon | |
Nails Surrounds your body | |
Into the area of sketched delusions | |
Orama of my end, which will be eternal | |
And the smoke of dust will swallow my eyes | |
Fear to think the moment of my death | |
Mad along with body shall burry me | |
What matters, is the end | |
What kills, will soon come | |
A face will rot my will | |
A child shall meet me here | |
Ring of Sorrow | |
Trapped Inside | |
Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never Born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Ring of | |
Sorrow Trapped | |
Inside Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Epilogue : | |
Trapped inside the seven nights | |
I filter the past, no hope for the future | |
Gathered fear breaks my loneliness | |
Erase yourself, again (you) shall break | |
Down at the bottom of your shame. | |
System leads first | |
Numbers called humans | |
Erase themselves | |
There is another shame | |
You play on others game. |
zuo qu : Tristessa | |
Silence is written behind icons | |
Icons, keep the secret of horror | |
Whispers, reach your fear inside conscious | |
Horror, rings deadly horizon | |
Nails Surrounds your body | |
Into the area of sketched delusions | |
Orama of my end, which will be eternal | |
And the smoke of dust will swallow my eyes | |
Fear to think the moment of my death | |
Mad along with body shall burry me | |
What matters, is the end | |
What kills, will soon come | |
A face will rot my will | |
A child shall meet me here | |
Ring of Sorrow | |
Trapped Inside | |
Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never Born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Ring of | |
Sorrow Trapped | |
Inside Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Epilogue : | |
Trapped inside the seven nights | |
I filter the past, no hope for the future | |
Gathered fear breaks my loneliness | |
Erase yourself, again you shall break | |
Down at the bottom of your shame. | |
System leads first | |
Numbers called humans | |
Erase themselves | |
There is another shame | |
You play on others game. |
zuò qǔ : Tristessa | |
Silence is written behind icons | |
Icons, keep the secret of horror | |
Whispers, reach your fear inside conscious | |
Horror, rings deadly horizon | |
Nails Surrounds your body | |
Into the area of sketched delusions | |
Orama of my end, which will be eternal | |
And the smoke of dust will swallow my eyes | |
Fear to think the moment of my death | |
Mad along with body shall burry me | |
What matters, is the end | |
What kills, will soon come | |
A face will rot my will | |
A child shall meet me here | |
Ring of Sorrow | |
Trapped Inside | |
Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Hatred from | |
Her Father | |
A never Born child | |
A spawn on | |
Evil Damnation | |
Child. Ring of | |
Sorrow Trapped | |
Inside Locked in a well | |
A curse from a child | |
Epilogue : | |
Trapped inside the seven nights | |
I filter the past, no hope for the future | |
Gathered fear breaks my loneliness | |
Erase yourself, again you shall break | |
Down at the bottom of your shame. | |
System leads first | |
Numbers called humans | |
Erase themselves | |
There is another shame | |
You play on others game. |