| Song | The Seeds of Hatred |
| Artist | Memento Mori |
| Album | Rhymes of Lunacy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wead | |
| I fear the shadows upon the wall | |
| reaching for me, they touch my soul | |
| I hear their voices shisper in the wind | |
| oppressing my mind, make me lose control. | |
| Black blood runs through my heart | |
| the stream of hatred, the never-ending tide | |
| black blood runs through my heart | |
| the seeds of hatred grow so deep inside. | |
| Falling apart, this can't be true | |
| still there is time, I'm telling you | |
| falling apart, embraced by hate | |
| go while you can, it's not too late. | |
| Their voices are calling out my name | |
| strong is the urge, too much to tame | |
| inviting me to share my mind | |
| leave all my senses way behind. | |
| I hear their singing thier symphony | |
| a blaphemous concerto out of key | |
| I will join their choir, I will sing the lead | |
| though my soul is dying and my heart will bleed. |
| zuo ci : Wead | |
| I fear the shadows upon the wall | |
| reaching for me, they touch my soul | |
| I hear their voices shisper in the wind | |
| oppressing my mind, make me lose control. | |
| Black blood runs through my heart | |
| the stream of hatred, the neverending tide | |
| black blood runs through my heart | |
| the seeds of hatred grow so deep inside. | |
| Falling apart, this can' t be true | |
| still there is time, I' m telling you | |
| falling apart, embraced by hate | |
| go while you can, it' s not too late. | |
| Their voices are calling out my name | |
| strong is the urge, too much to tame | |
| inviting me to share my mind | |
| leave all my senses way behind. | |
| I hear their singing thier symphony | |
| a blaphemous concerto out of key | |
| I will join their choir, I will sing the lead | |
| though my soul is dying and my heart will bleed. |
| zuò cí : Wead | |
| I fear the shadows upon the wall | |
| reaching for me, they touch my soul | |
| I hear their voices shisper in the wind | |
| oppressing my mind, make me lose control. | |
| Black blood runs through my heart | |
| the stream of hatred, the neverending tide | |
| black blood runs through my heart | |
| the seeds of hatred grow so deep inside. | |
| Falling apart, this can' t be true | |
| still there is time, I' m telling you | |
| falling apart, embraced by hate | |
| go while you can, it' s not too late. | |
| Their voices are calling out my name | |
| strong is the urge, too much to tame | |
| inviting me to share my mind | |
| leave all my senses way behind. | |
| I hear their singing thier symphony | |
| a blaphemous concerto out of key | |
| I will join their choir, I will sing the lead | |
| though my soul is dying and my heart will bleed. |