| Song | Something Unique |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Traces O` Red |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
| Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
| The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
| Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ****ing fair | |
| This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
| Still I weep | |
| Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
| I listen to the wind | |
| Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
| The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
| Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
| Is this something unique | |
| Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
| I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
| zuo qu : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
| Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
| The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
| Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ing fair | |
| This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
| Still I weep | |
| Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
| I listen to the wind | |
| Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
| The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
| Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
| Is this something unique | |
| Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
| I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
| zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain | |
| Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain | |
| The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air | |
| Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this ing fair | |
| This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ... | |
| Still I weep | |
| Out of sight, dreaming her presence, | |
| I listen to the wind | |
| Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight | |
| The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness | |
| Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ... | |
| Is this something unique | |
| Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide | |
| I succumb to the sound of her heart... |