| Song | Improper Burial |
| Artist | Conducting from the Grave |
| Album | When Legends Become Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gier | |
| Forsaken in past passages. | |
| Told through the eyes of legends. | |
| The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
| From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
| Follow the gravel road. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thickening. | |
| Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
| It's your death within a toll. | |
| Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
| Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
| Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
| Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
| But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
| Time passes by. | |
| Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
| Deteriorate fine young man. | |
| Withered in death's time frame. | |
| Capture the descent in departure. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thick |
| zuo qu : Gier | |
| Forsaken in past passages. | |
| Told through the eyes of legends. | |
| The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
| From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
| Follow the gravel road. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thickening. | |
| Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
| It' s your death within a toll. | |
| Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
| Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
| Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
| Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
| But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
| Time passes by. | |
| Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
| Deteriorate fine young man. | |
| Withered in death' s time frame. | |
| Capture the descent in departure. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thick |
| zuò qǔ : Gier | |
| Forsaken in past passages. | |
| Told through the eyes of legends. | |
| The seed of the one who has been cast down and spawned within this last hope. | |
| From this view you can see the ash clouds and smell the villagers' hair and skin melt away. | |
| Follow the gravel road. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thickening. | |
| Your clearest thought may betray you. | |
| It' s your death within a toll. | |
| Clear the lands of this darkened shade. | |
| Save yourself enriched in the clutched hands. | |
| Its darling touch yes is very deceiving. | |
| Beyond this village a stream to cleanse yourself. | |
| But time, it clots your lifespan in every sacred second. | |
| Time passes by. | |
| Years have seemed not to correspond within their own interval. | |
| Deteriorate fine young man. | |
| Withered in death' s time frame. | |
| Capture the descent in departure. | |
| You can feel it grow within yourself. | |
| Feel it spread, thick |