作曲 : Darkend
 Decrepitude - One Last Laugh Beside Your Agonies
 Artist：Darkend
 Album：Grand Guignol - Book I
 Songwriting：Animæ、Antarktica、Imajes
 Lyrics：Animæ


 Father,
 Take away this cup from me
 If you can
 Thy will be done, not mine
 Thy will be done, not mine
 Death,
 I forced your cup to these mouth
 With iron hands
 My will is done, not their
 To destroy and create new bitter life

 Oh how often tenderness can be
 Nothing more than a cruel stained mirror
 Beyond which it carefully hides
 The coldest form of detachment

 Atrocity lies right there, beside your agonies
 Atrocity laughs beside your agonies

 And then you serenely contemplate
 These mountains of mercy
 Slowly slough off in mountains of corpses
 Climbing one or another
 With the seed of sin
 So well disguised with robes of repentance

 Mother,
 Speak to me from heavenly skies
 If you can
 Your will was done, not mine
 Your will was done, not mine
 And life,
 Hear my words, these will be my last:
 Soon you will love me
 As a dead is loved
 Love me as a dead is loved

 Cast away your pain-stained shroud
 For in the whisper of loss I choose to be
 And I desperately wrap my spirit away
 From these cruel laws of mortality
 For how often a smiling face can be
 Nothing more than a cruel stained mirror
 Beyond which it carefully hides
 The most evil form of horror

 Atrocity lies right there, beside your agonies
 Atrocity laughs beside your agonies
 Continuously you mould its winding shape
 Continuously it laughs beside your pain
 With clothes made of sins
 Of sins and good intentions
 With clothes made of anger
 Of anger and candid pardon
 Of martyrs and righteous torturers
 Of death, of stench and serene lives
 Of pity, of shame and distant coldness
 Of fire, of water!
 Of love, burnt offerings and terror
 Of charity, blood and sadism and horror
 Of hate in form of weakness
 Of bread, of knives in the back!



 Staring at you on this fathomless night
 Finding correlation only to find myself
 Wandering…
 Wandering…
 Of loss

 Innocence buried away
 Trapped inside
 To never come back again
 Nevermore!
 I wish you’ll never grown
 Life, love, life,
 Do you really think I need you?
 Do you really think I need you?

 And I was forced to commit sin, do sin, do sin
 But what is sin?

 When prospective falls apart
 When prospective falls apart…

 It’s wonderful from here, you know…?

 My clothes are made of anger
 Of anger and candid pardon
 My clothes are made of martyrs
 Of martyrs and righteous torturers
 My clothes are made of death
 Of stench and serene life
 My clothes are made of nothing
 Of nothing, because…

 I am buried away
 Trapped somewhere
 To never come back again
 Nevermore, nevermore!
 I wish you’ll never grown
 Life, love, life,
 Do you really think I need you?
 Do you really think I need you?