| Song | Within My Flesh |
| Artist | Novembers Doom |
| Album | To Welcome the Fade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burnley, Holzner, Kuhr ... | |
| My bride to comfort me when all seems lost | |
| A kiss upon my brow to soften my suffering | |
| She means so well | |
| I haven't the heart | |
| To tell her my smile was forced. | |
| My mother cries for me when no one will | |
| Her words of compassion swell my eyes "It's not fair this has happened to you, And I'd do anything to take away your pain" | |
| My rage to help me through the day | |
| And visions of black to cure my loss | |
| I taunt the pain to prove it's real | |
| And greet my facade with a grin | |
| Look what your | |
| God has made me | |
| Placing spikes within my flesh | |
| A crown of nails for my sunken head | |
| To shy away from this freak |
| zuo qu : Burnley, Holzner, Kuhr ... | |
| My bride to comfort me when all seems lost | |
| A kiss upon my brow to soften my suffering | |
| She means so well | |
| I haven' t the heart | |
| To tell her my smile was forced. | |
| My mother cries for me when no one will | |
| Her words of compassion swell my eyes " It' s not fair this has happened to you, And I' d do anything to take away your pain" | |
| My rage to help me through the day | |
| And visions of black to cure my loss | |
| I taunt the pain to prove it' s real | |
| And greet my facade with a grin | |
| Look what your | |
| God has made me | |
| Placing spikes within my flesh | |
| A crown of nails for my sunken head | |
| To shy away from this freak |
| zuò qǔ : Burnley, Holzner, Kuhr ... | |
| My bride to comfort me when all seems lost | |
| A kiss upon my brow to soften my suffering | |
| She means so well | |
| I haven' t the heart | |
| To tell her my smile was forced. | |
| My mother cries for me when no one will | |
| Her words of compassion swell my eyes " It' s not fair this has happened to you, And I' d do anything to take away your pain" | |
| My rage to help me through the day | |
| And visions of black to cure my loss | |
| I taunt the pain to prove it' s real | |
| And greet my facade with a grin | |
| Look what your | |
| God has made me | |
| Placing spikes within my flesh | |
| A crown of nails for my sunken head | |
| To shy away from this freak |