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  • 作曲 : Bozeman, Whitechapel
    I am the one who is always exhuming
    I am the one you think you see in the darkest of nights
    I have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myself
    For still
    I am one with the dead
    Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse
    Quench my thirst and stain my skin
    Oh, how ironic it is to feel so alive
    When you cease to exist
    I adore what
    I have become
    I have longed for such a love in my dreams
    And my wrath will not subside until this love is mine
    Forever I remain the hideous figure treading these unholy grounds
    For I have failed the one who has created me
    My conscious is telling me to ingest the flesh of the deceased
    And with my tongue
    I shall lick the graves of all who will follow me
    Mark my words, they will pay
    I still am one with the dead
    And I swear to all that are dead
  • 作曲 : Bozeman, Whitechapel
    I am the one who is always exhuming
    I am the one you think you see in the darkest of nights
    I have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myself
    For still
    I am one with the dead
    Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse
    Quench my thirst and stain my skin
    Oh, how ironic it is to feel so alive
    When you cease to exist
    I adore what
    I have become
    I have longed for such a love in my dreams
    And my wrath will not subside until this love is mine
    Forever I remain the hideous figure treading these unholy grounds
    For I have failed the one who has created me
    My conscious is telling me to ingest the flesh of the deceased
    And with my tongue
    I shall lick the graves of all who will follow me
    Mark my words, they will pay
    I still am one with the dead
    And I swear to all that are dead