| Song | Into The Ashes |
| Artist | Abigail Williams |
| Album | In The Shadow of 1000 Suns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ellyllon, Sorceron | |
| You call from the shadows | |
| and curse my blood in the wind | |
| you speak in riddles | |
| the substance which is chipping away | |
| at the garden so balefully | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can't save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there's none to be had | |
| I will curse the very soil you walk | |
| until you drown in your own shame | |
| and feel the sweet kiss of death across your cold skin | |
| under the pale horned moon | |
| Their blood is stricken and cursed to the outer hills | |
| We conquer | |
| all in the sign of evil | |
| into the cold embrace | |
| as the wind blows through the willows | |
| and the signature of man | |
| has blinded the stars and the infinities beyond | |
| Reclaim the alter | |
| rewrite the books | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can't save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there's none to be had |
| zuo qu : Ellyllon, Sorceron | |
| You call from the shadows | |
| and curse my blood in the wind | |
| you speak in riddles | |
| the substance which is chipping away | |
| at the garden so balefully | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can' t save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there' s none to be had | |
| I will curse the very soil you walk | |
| until you drown in your own shame | |
| and feel the sweet kiss of death across your cold skin | |
| under the pale horned moon | |
| Their blood is stricken and cursed to the outer hills | |
| We conquer | |
| all in the sign of evil | |
| into the cold embrace | |
| as the wind blows through the willows | |
| and the signature of man | |
| has blinded the stars and the infinities beyond | |
| Reclaim the alter | |
| rewrite the books | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can' t save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there' s none to be had |
| zuò qǔ : Ellyllon, Sorceron | |
| You call from the shadows | |
| and curse my blood in the wind | |
| you speak in riddles | |
| the substance which is chipping away | |
| at the garden so balefully | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can' t save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there' s none to be had | |
| I will curse the very soil you walk | |
| until you drown in your own shame | |
| and feel the sweet kiss of death across your cold skin | |
| under the pale horned moon | |
| Their blood is stricken and cursed to the outer hills | |
| We conquer | |
| all in the sign of evil | |
| into the cold embrace | |
| as the wind blows through the willows | |
| and the signature of man | |
| has blinded the stars and the infinities beyond | |
| Reclaim the alter | |
| rewrite the books | |
| I will hunt you | |
| and even your god can' t save you | |
| when the wind blows | |
| a mourning morning whispers serenity | |
| there' s none to be had |