| Song | The Lifeless Silhouette |
| Artist | Novembers Doom |
| Album | To Welcome the Fade |
| 作曲 : Burnley, Kuhr, Roberts | |
| I just want to close my eyes | |
| So I can forget about today | |
| Forget about what lies tomorrow | |
| And only take place in the realm of paradise | |
| To be beaten each day | |
| And lower my head | |
| As if its my own fault | |
| Forgotten about as night falls | |
| Restless nights that are filled with guilt | |
| And invite me into their empty embrace | |
| I never saw this coming | |
| And I now know that i'm not alone | |
| I can only wish that i'm the last | |
| And no one will suffer my fate | |
| It would take an eternity in hell | |
| For my heart to rest in peace. | |
| To strike down this hate filled soul | |
| And give back the pain you've caused | |
| Would only satisfy | |
| My craving for blood. | |
| I will see you in the end | |
| And I will laugh at your pain | |
| And I pray you suffer long | |
| And all the angels turn their backs | |
| From the site of your pitiful face | |
| No God will save your soul | |
| For there is no love for you | |
| You left that all behind | |
| The day you learned to fucking speak |
| zuò qǔ : Burnley, Kuhr, Roberts | |
| I just want to close my eyes | |
| So I can forget about today | |
| Forget about what lies tomorrow | |
| And only take place in the realm of paradise | |
| To be beaten each day | |
| And lower my head | |
| As if its my own fault | |
| Forgotten about as night falls | |
| Restless nights that are filled with guilt | |
| And invite me into their empty embrace | |
| I never saw this coming | |
| And I now know that i' m not alone | |
| I can only wish that i' m the last | |
| And no one will suffer my fate | |
| It would take an eternity in hell | |
| For my heart to rest in peace. | |
| To strike down this hate filled soul | |
| And give back the pain you' ve caused | |
| Would only satisfy | |
| My craving for blood. | |
| I will see you in the end | |
| And I will laugh at your pain | |
| And I pray you suffer long | |
| And all the angels turn their backs | |
| From the site of your pitiful face | |
| No God will save your soul | |
| For there is no love for you | |
| You left that all behind | |
| The day you learned to fucking speak |