| 歌曲 | The Blue Lotus |
| 歌手 | My Dying Bride |
| 专辑 | An Ode to Woe |
| 作词 : My Dying Bride | |
| Under the darkened ancient oak | |
| Gentle in the nights breeze | |
| I stop and stare, rest a while | |
| With hands upon my knees | |
| Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub | |
| I spy my journeys end | |
| Black it looms, silent gloom | |
| The castle called Avend | |
| On I trot, past forest eyes | |
| Past horrors of the night | |
| Through the dark I see a sign | |
| A gentle glowing light | |
| Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy | |
| Towards the window | |
| My heart pounds my breath is rushed | |
| As I fight both brick and branch | |
| The ledge is mine and over I sweep | |
| Silent like the snow | |
| Quiet I slip across the floor | |
| Tonight I'll dine with chance | |
| Old poems and stories gone | |
| A beauty of unimaginable lust | |
| Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won | |
| Skin like milk, an angels face | |
| They say her smile could kill | |
| Her hair the blackest of all black | |
| Stories I thought though still | |
| So there she lay sleeping upon the bed | |
| Her breast I see, moves with her dreams | |
| A sight I will always recall | |
| A single candle that showed me the way | |
| Closer I creep, toward my prize | |
| The Blue Lotus lies before me | |
| Her lips are full, red as blood | |
| Moist as they invite me | |
| Stoop I did to kiss those lips | |
| In that glowing room | |
| When suddenly she did awake, | |
| Her eyes filled with doom | |
| From silks her hands were round my neck | |
| Escape there was no hope | |
| A brief flash of teeth is all I saw | |
| And gone was my throat | |
| Her blood lust deep, she swallowed me | |
| Red was all I saw | |
| She drank her fill and watched me fall | |
| Gently to the floor | |
| A league away my death is found | |
| By locals who tens this land | |
| Who lay me down in shallow earth | |
| A single Lotus placed in my hand |
| zuò cí : My Dying Bride | |
| Under the darkened ancient oak | |
| Gentle in the nights breeze | |
| I stop and stare, rest a while | |
| With hands upon my knees | |
| Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub | |
| I spy my journeys end | |
| Black it looms, silent gloom | |
| The castle called Avend | |
| On I trot, past forest eyes | |
| Past horrors of the night | |
| Through the dark I see a sign | |
| A gentle glowing light | |
| Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy | |
| Towards the window | |
| My heart pounds my breath is rushed | |
| As I fight both brick and branch | |
| The ledge is mine and over I sweep | |
| Silent like the snow | |
| Quiet I slip across the floor | |
| Tonight I' ll dine with chance | |
| Old poems and stories gone | |
| A beauty of unimaginable lust | |
| Both men' s hearts, and Gods, were won | |
| Skin like milk, an angels face | |
| They say her smile could kill | |
| Her hair the blackest of all black | |
| Stories I thought though still | |
| So there she lay sleeping upon the bed | |
| Her breast I see, moves with her dreams | |
| A sight I will always recall | |
| A single candle that showed me the way | |
| Closer I creep, toward my prize | |
| The Blue Lotus lies before me | |
| Her lips are full, red as blood | |
| Moist as they invite me | |
| Stoop I did to kiss those lips | |
| In that glowing room | |
| When suddenly she did awake, | |
| Her eyes filled with doom | |
| From silks her hands were round my neck | |
| Escape there was no hope | |
| A brief flash of teeth is all I saw | |
| And gone was my throat | |
| Her blood lust deep, she swallowed me | |
| Red was all I saw | |
| She drank her fill and watched me fall | |
| Gently to the floor | |
| A league away my death is found | |
| By locals who tens this land | |
| Who lay me down in shallow earth | |
| A single Lotus placed in my hand |