| Song | A Death In Its Plenitude |
| Artist | Agathodaimon |
| Album | Higher Art of Rebellion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
| Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls | |
| Lights dim before me and enthralls all | |
| I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark | |
| Teach me to drip own tears | |
| For the pain of other's hearts | |
| Not the essence, but the woe of mankind | |
| To weep within my crying | |
| Root the strength of love and hatred | |
| Let blood flow in purest red | |
| Root the angels' rage into my soul | |
| Let it grow | |
| There is something infidel that's gonna happen today | |
| Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay | |
| The obscurity's curtain | |
| I paint as the blind | |
| Life's tumult in the free fall | |
| The ghouls chasing its trace | |
| Oh, dreams, here ended all | |
| Is there something in us all | |
| That can last forever? | |
| I feel the strange penetrating my fibres | |
| Mocking at my vacant sferes | |
| Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture | |
| A death in its plenitude!!! |
| zuo qu : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
| Screaming day and night at the darkforboding walls | |
| Lights dim before me and enthralls all | |
| I' ll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark | |
| Teach me to drip own tears | |
| For the pain of other' s hearts | |
| Not the essence, but the woe of mankind | |
| To weep within my crying | |
| Root the strength of love and hatred | |
| Let blood flow in purest red | |
| Root the angels' rage into my soul | |
| Let it grow | |
| There is something infidel that' s gonna happen today | |
| Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay | |
| The obscurity' s curtain | |
| I paint as the blind | |
| Life' s tumult in the free fall | |
| The ghouls chasing its trace | |
| Oh, dreams, here ended all | |
| Is there something in us all | |
| That can last forever? | |
| I feel the strange penetrating my fibres | |
| Mocking at my vacant sferes | |
| Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture | |
| A death in its plenitude!!! |
| zuò qǔ : Agathodaimon, Dracul | |
| Screaming day and night at the darkforboding walls | |
| Lights dim before me and enthralls all | |
| I' ll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark | |
| Teach me to drip own tears | |
| For the pain of other' s hearts | |
| Not the essence, but the woe of mankind | |
| To weep within my crying | |
| Root the strength of love and hatred | |
| Let blood flow in purest red | |
| Root the angels' rage into my soul | |
| Let it grow | |
| There is something infidel that' s gonna happen today | |
| Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay | |
| The obscurity' s curtain | |
| I paint as the blind | |
| Life' s tumult in the free fall | |
| The ghouls chasing its trace | |
| Oh, dreams, here ended all | |
| Is there something in us all | |
| That can last forever? | |
| I feel the strange penetrating my fibres | |
| Mocking at my vacant sferes | |
| Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture | |
| A death in its plenitude!!! |