| Song | Eternally Gutted |
| Artist | Conducting from the Grave |
| Album | When Legends Become Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Abernathy | |
| A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
| Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
| A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
| The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
| Realization of her imminent demise. | |
| Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
| In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
| The only thing that's certain, everything will someday die. | |
| Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
| An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
| An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
| Indulging on her flesh. | |
| In this ceremony of butchery. | |
| Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
| Insanity overcomes me. | |
| Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |
| zuo qu : Abernathy | |
| A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
| Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
| A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
| The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
| Realization of her imminent demise. | |
| Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
| In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
| The only thing that' s certain, everything will someday die. | |
| Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
| An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
| An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
| Indulging on her flesh. | |
| In this ceremony of butchery. | |
| Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
| Insanity overcomes me. | |
| Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |
| zuò qǔ : Abernathy | |
| A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table. | |
| Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity. | |
| A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate. | |
| The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension. | |
| Realization of her imminent demise. | |
| Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes. | |
| In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go. | |
| The only thing that' s certain, everything will someday die. | |
| Devour this heart with memories of her. | |
| An eternity together that meant the world to me, when every second was consumed by her apathy. | |
| An obsession with the past unable to accept what is here before me. | |
| Indulging on her flesh. | |
| In this ceremony of butchery. | |
| Gazing upon blood stained hands. | |
| Insanity overcomes me. | |
| Cannibalistic thoughts cloud my tainted mind and I begin to |