| Song | Natal Day |
| Artist | Tulus |
| Album | Biography Obscene |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hilde, Tulus | |
| Benighted scene by the darkened lake, | |
| In the gloomfull, dispiriting black. | |
| Born from a mother not awake, | |
| Blood is the solitary track. | |
| Knifelike rain in cuttings wind, | |
| Lashed against a dying mother's face. | |
| The owls sighed, the reaper grinned, | |
| Human scent, so easily traced. | |
| Harvester of the dead, | |
| Inescapably led | |
| To her inalterable bed. | |
| Left on the soaked moss, her male child, | |
| Attracting the creatures of the woods, | |
| Some in fury, some beguiled, | |
| Greed gave triumph to the wolf. | |
| Taken to the damp and noisome lair, | |
| Fed on the flesh from his mater. | |
| Sleeping and waking, unaware, | |
| Evermore faithful, but a traitor | |
| Cold, appalled, awaken, | |
| Never meant to be taken | |
| By the harvester of the forsaken. |
| zuo qu : Hilde, Tulus | |
| Benighted scene by the darkened lake, | |
| In the gloomfull, dispiriting black. | |
| Born from a mother not awake, | |
| Blood is the solitary track. | |
| Knifelike rain in cuttings wind, | |
| Lashed against a dying mother' s face. | |
| The owls sighed, the reaper grinned, | |
| Human scent, so easily traced. | |
| Harvester of the dead, | |
| Inescapably led | |
| To her inalterable bed. | |
| Left on the soaked moss, her male child, | |
| Attracting the creatures of the woods, | |
| Some in fury, some beguiled, | |
| Greed gave triumph to the wolf. | |
| Taken to the damp and noisome lair, | |
| Fed on the flesh from his mater. | |
| Sleeping and waking, unaware, | |
| Evermore faithful, but a traitor | |
| Cold, appalled, awaken, | |
| Never meant to be taken | |
| By the harvester of the forsaken. |
| zuò qǔ : Hilde, Tulus | |
| Benighted scene by the darkened lake, | |
| In the gloomfull, dispiriting black. | |
| Born from a mother not awake, | |
| Blood is the solitary track. | |
| Knifelike rain in cuttings wind, | |
| Lashed against a dying mother' s face. | |
| The owls sighed, the reaper grinned, | |
| Human scent, so easily traced. | |
| Harvester of the dead, | |
| Inescapably led | |
| To her inalterable bed. | |
| Left on the soaked moss, her male child, | |
| Attracting the creatures of the woods, | |
| Some in fury, some beguiled, | |
| Greed gave triumph to the wolf. | |
| Taken to the damp and noisome lair, | |
| Fed on the flesh from his mater. | |
| Sleeping and waking, unaware, | |
| Evermore faithful, but a traitor | |
| Cold, appalled, awaken, | |
| Never meant to be taken | |
| By the harvester of the forsaken. |