| Song | Winter souls |
| Artist | Diary of Dreams |
| Album | One of 18 Angels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hates | |
| I would not dare to blame you | |
| I wouldn't dare too much | |
| I only ask for pity | |
| So these faces feel your touch | |
| Upon their skin... | |
| My eyes see many faces | |
| Many faces made of stone | |
| I figure they are angels | |
| All neglected from your thrown | |
| Deserted as lifeform | |
| Between heaven, between hell | |
| Unkown to one another | |
| They know your eyes betray their spell | |
| Down from heaven where you hide | |
| You have demented all your pride | |
| O' give these faces holy glance | |
| Back their monumental trance | |
| Your anger and your rage still silent | |
| As I provoke that weakness too | |
| So beautiful, out of control | |
| Your temper now is overwhelming | |
| Is this the place you're born for? | |
| Is this the last frontier? | |
| Is this the world we fight for? | |
| Is this our sense of creed? | |
| Winter souls regain their powers | |
| To multiply the pain in you | |
| Winter souls greed to bear silence | |
| To take away all life from you | |
| And as I lay your head to sleep | |
| Silence echoes in your greed |
| zuo qu : Hates | |
| I would not dare to blame you | |
| I wouldn' t dare too much | |
| I only ask for pity | |
| So these faces feel your touch | |
| Upon their skin... | |
| My eyes see many faces | |
| Many faces made of stone | |
| I figure they are angels | |
| All neglected from your thrown | |
| Deserted as lifeform | |
| Between heaven, between hell | |
| Unkown to one another | |
| They know your eyes betray their spell | |
| Down from heaven where you hide | |
| You have demented all your pride | |
| O' give these faces holy glance | |
| Back their monumental trance | |
| Your anger and your rage still silent | |
| As I provoke that weakness too | |
| So beautiful, out of control | |
| Your temper now is overwhelming | |
| Is this the place you' re born for? | |
| Is this the last frontier? | |
| Is this the world we fight for? | |
| Is this our sense of creed? | |
| Winter souls regain their powers | |
| To multiply the pain in you | |
| Winter souls greed to bear silence | |
| To take away all life from you | |
| And as I lay your head to sleep | |
| Silence echoes in your greed |
| zuò qǔ : Hates | |
| I would not dare to blame you | |
| I wouldn' t dare too much | |
| I only ask for pity | |
| So these faces feel your touch | |
| Upon their skin... | |
| My eyes see many faces | |
| Many faces made of stone | |
| I figure they are angels | |
| All neglected from your thrown | |
| Deserted as lifeform | |
| Between heaven, between hell | |
| Unkown to one another | |
| They know your eyes betray their spell | |
| Down from heaven where you hide | |
| You have demented all your pride | |
| O' give these faces holy glance | |
| Back their monumental trance | |
| Your anger and your rage still silent | |
| As I provoke that weakness too | |
| So beautiful, out of control | |
| Your temper now is overwhelming | |
| Is this the place you' re born for? | |
| Is this the last frontier? | |
| Is this the world we fight for? | |
| Is this our sense of creed? | |
| Winter souls regain their powers | |
| To multiply the pain in you | |
| Winter souls greed to bear silence | |
| To take away all life from you | |
| And as I lay your head to sleep | |
| Silence echoes in your greed |