| Song | All Souls' Rising |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gira | |
| The cull of foreign bone | |
| Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
| Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
| And drink the light from enemies | |
| Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
| Rupture here inside my mouth | |
| Change water | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Into mercury | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
| Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
| Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
| Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
| Force the blue smoke in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Fill the sack of skin | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| With wood | |
| With wood | |
| With tree | |
| With tree | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me |
| zuo qu : Gira | |
| The cull of foreign bone | |
| Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
| Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
| And drink the light from enemies | |
| Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
| Rupture here inside my mouth | |
| Change water | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Into mercury | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
| Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
| Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
| Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
| Force the blue smoke in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Fill the sack of skin | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| With wood | |
| With wood | |
| With tree | |
| With tree | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me |
| zuò qǔ : Gira | |
| The cull of foreign bone | |
| Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree | |
| Leave the righteous ones to rise again | |
| And drink the light from enemies | |
| Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth | |
| Rupture here inside my mouth | |
| Change water | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Change | |
| Into mercury | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| Draw the dirt up into my lungs | |
| Lay down the crooked sulphur lines | |
| Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves | |
| Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream | |
| Force the blue smoke in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Force it in | |
| Fill the sack of skin | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| Fill it in | |
| With wood | |
| With wood | |
| With tree | |
| With tree | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me | |
| It is not me |