| Song | The Crystal Stream |
| Artist | Catamenia |
| Album | Winternight Tragedies |
| 作曲 : Catamenia, Daniel | |
| Struck is now the | |
| Sun, he's bleeding so hard | |
| And tainting the sky, with this brand-new red dawn | |
| Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night | |
| Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk's purest of lights | |
| Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky | |
| Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night | |
| I watch him perish now, | |
| I see his slow demise | |
| And smile toward the | |
| Heavens, for this great gift of thine | |
| Thou art the one true queen | |
| Mistress of the night | |
| Sun's bloody slayer | |
| His one true fright | |
| Above the howling stars | |
| Above the fiery | |
| Hell You reign most supreme | |
| With yours, the crystal stream | |
| You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams | |
| Of madness and of pain, | |
| On ours, the feeble minds | |
| Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone | |
| Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne | |
| And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign | |
| Until the fallen | |
| Sun, shall rise yet once again | |
| So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust | |
| Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost |
| zuò qǔ : Catamenia, Daniel | |
| Struck is now the | |
| Sun, he' s bleeding so hard | |
| And tainting the sky, with this brandnew red dawn | |
| Now slowly he just fades, fading into the night | |
| Ravashed by the darkness, the dusk' s purest of lights | |
| Blood is now spattered, across the whole dark sky | |
| Dusk shall now wash it, with darkness and with night | |
| I watch him perish now, | |
| I see his slow demise | |
| And smile toward the | |
| Heavens, for this great gift of thine | |
| Thou art the one true queen | |
| Mistress of the night | |
| Sun' s bloody slayer | |
| His one true fright | |
| Above the howling stars | |
| Above the fiery | |
| Hell You reign most supreme | |
| With yours, the crystal stream | |
| You, who now slaughter the day, and send your pale beams | |
| Of madness and of pain, | |
| On ours, the feeble minds | |
| Your sweet heavenly figure, as pale as the white bone | |
| Lights through the black darkness, of the long sattered throne | |
| And so you carry on, to conquer and to reign | |
| Until the fallen | |
| Sun, shall rise yet once again | |
| So your empires fall, your reign, it turns to dust | |
| Your beauty and pale beams, are now forever lost |