| Song | Alchemy Sounded Good At the Time |
| Artist | Alesana |
| Album | On Frail Wings of Vanity And Wax |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alesana, Lee, Milke | |
| 'Twas the oldest story in the book | |
| He desires the one thing he cannot have | |
| My darling queen, | |
| I lay myself at your feet | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Wind cries out, heavens boil above | |
| Voicing discontent to my sins | |
| I have found the way to trick the ferryman | |
| I have deceived the ancient gods | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| Darling queen, | |
| I lay at your feet | |
| Chills take me as she wakes | |
| Throat gasps tainted breath | |
| I've reclaimed you my stolen bride | |
| Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion? | |
| I would not close the casket | |
| I'm so consumed by your pain | |
| Faint screams echo through the night | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| The pains of death can no longer haunt you | |
| As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought | |
| Death can not win for | |
| I now dwell in the palace of decay | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Night descends, sinews twitch | |
| My pale queen finally stands | |
| To taste silent lips | |
| Now cursed with her love | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory |
| zuo qu : Alesana, Lee, Milke | |
| ' Twas the oldest story in the book | |
| He desires the one thing he cannot have | |
| My darling queen, | |
| I lay myself at your feet | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Wind cries out, heavens boil above | |
| Voicing discontent to my sins | |
| I have found the way to trick the ferryman | |
| I have deceived the ancient gods | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| Darling queen, | |
| I lay at your feet | |
| Chills take me as she wakes | |
| Throat gasps tainted breath | |
| I' ve reclaimed you my stolen bride | |
| Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion? | |
| I would not close the casket | |
| I' m so consumed by your pain | |
| Faint screams echo through the night | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| The pains of death can no longer haunt you | |
| As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought | |
| Death can not win for | |
| I now dwell in the palace of decay | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Night descends, sinews twitch | |
| My pale queen finally stands | |
| To taste silent lips | |
| Now cursed with her love | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory |
| zuò qǔ : Alesana, Lee, Milke | |
| ' Twas the oldest story in the book | |
| He desires the one thing he cannot have | |
| My darling queen, | |
| I lay myself at your feet | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Wind cries out, heavens boil above | |
| Voicing discontent to my sins | |
| I have found the way to trick the ferryman | |
| I have deceived the ancient gods | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| Darling queen, | |
| I lay at your feet | |
| Chills take me as she wakes | |
| Throat gasps tainted breath | |
| I' ve reclaimed you my stolen bride | |
| Can your soul forgive my crimes of passion? | |
| I would not close the casket | |
| I' m so consumed by your pain | |
| Faint screams echo through the night | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory | |
| The pains of death can no longer haunt you | |
| As the dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought | |
| Death can not win for | |
| I now dwell in the palace of decay | |
| And I shall stay the hands of fate | |
| Night descends, sinews twitch | |
| My pale queen finally stands | |
| To taste silent lips | |
| Now cursed with her love | |
| Cold flesh lends to me | |
| Its secrets for a price too high | |
| I shudder at what | |
| I have done | |
| Each day brings me closer to you | |
| My tragic victory |