| Song | Willing Oneself to Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty left to alighten | |
| What once flourished has weathered away | |
| And what will not weather, | |
| I cannot stomach | |
| Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar | |
| I can keep my lips from trembling | |
| While i sever, with regretful hands | |
| The strings so carelessly attached to me | |
| I can remove the litter of intimacy | |
| Alas, this will not be the death of me | |
| If that which merely tears seldom lasts | |
| How can that which breaks ever heal? | |
| I would rather bleed than feel, | |
| I would rather bleed | |
| No man can learn the value of his life without pain | |
| Yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain | |
| And I have a lifetime left to learn | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A man who has grown sound and strong | |
| A man who has learned from his misery | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel | |
| This lasting man of resolve and will | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| Or just a bitter man | |
| That rots with memories and only grows cold | |
| Indeed I have grown cold | |
| And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day | |
| This day has lasted a lifetime | |
| With an eternity left to lapse | |
| Here I am, forsaken just as | |
| I forsook the sun | |
| A blend of venom and winter, the kiss of frost and poison | |
| How I have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares | |
| Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful | |
| Where the sun to follow bitter examples | |
| We would truly know winter eternally | |
| May the sun shine on the forsaken | |
| May the sun shine brightly and illuminate our scars |
| zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty left to alighten | |
| What once flourished has weathered away | |
| And what will not weather, | |
| I cannot stomach | |
| Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar | |
| I can keep my lips from trembling | |
| While i sever, with regretful hands | |
| The strings so carelessly attached to me | |
| I can remove the litter of intimacy | |
| Alas, this will not be the death of me | |
| If that which merely tears seldom lasts | |
| How can that which breaks ever heal? | |
| I would rather bleed than feel, | |
| I would rather bleed | |
| No man can learn the value of his life without pain | |
| Yet, no man deserves a life' s worth in pain | |
| And I have a lifetime left to learn | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A man who has grown sound and strong | |
| A man who has learned from his misery | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel | |
| This lasting man of resolve and will | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| Or just a bitter man | |
| That rots with memories and only grows cold | |
| Indeed I have grown cold | |
| And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day | |
| This day has lasted a lifetime | |
| With an eternity left to lapse | |
| Here I am, forsaken just as | |
| I forsook the sun | |
| A blend of venom and winter, the kiss of frost and poison | |
| How I have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares | |
| Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful | |
| Where the sun to follow bitter examples | |
| We would truly know winter eternally | |
| May the sun shine on the forsaken | |
| May the sun shine brightly and illuminate our scars |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty left to alighten | |
| What once flourished has weathered away | |
| And what will not weather, | |
| I cannot stomach | |
| Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar | |
| I can keep my lips from trembling | |
| While i sever, with regretful hands | |
| The strings so carelessly attached to me | |
| I can remove the litter of intimacy | |
| Alas, this will not be the death of me | |
| If that which merely tears seldom lasts | |
| How can that which breaks ever heal? | |
| I would rather bleed than feel, | |
| I would rather bleed | |
| No man can learn the value of his life without pain | |
| Yet, no man deserves a life' s worth in pain | |
| And I have a lifetime left to learn | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A man who has grown sound and strong | |
| A man who has learned from his misery | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel | |
| This lasting man of resolve and will | |
| Am I not a better man? | |
| Or just a bitter man | |
| That rots with memories and only grows cold | |
| Indeed I have grown cold | |
| And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day | |
| This day has lasted a lifetime | |
| With an eternity left to lapse | |
| Here I am, forsaken just as | |
| I forsook the sun | |
| A blend of venom and winter, the kiss of frost and poison | |
| How I have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares | |
| Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful | |
| Where the sun to follow bitter examples | |
| We would truly know winter eternally | |
| May the sun shine on the forsaken | |
| May the sun shine brightly and illuminate our scars |