| Song | And Still I Wither |
| Artist | Enslavement of Beauty |
| Album | Traces O` Red |
| 作曲 : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" | |
| With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul | |
| Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes | |
| This is the coldest hell... | |
| So now I experience a void | |
| I know so well | |
| A song of emptiness are fed again | |
| Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity | |
| I am alive but yet so dead | |
| So ****ing dead... | |
| Written in blood over a wasteland of bones | |
| Reflected upon a frozen horizon | |
| Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation | |
| With a whiff of desecration and hate | |
| So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground | |
| And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile | |
| Stab these thorns deeper into my heart | |
| And free me from these depressive thoughts | |
| Cleanse me... | |
| Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
| zuò qǔ : Myrholt, Tunheim | |
| My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement " I' m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" | |
| With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul | |
| Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes | |
| This is the coldest hell... | |
| So now I experience a void | |
| I know so well | |
| A song of emptiness are fed again | |
| Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity | |
| I am alive but yet so dead | |
| So ing dead... | |
| Written in blood over a wasteland of bones | |
| Reflected upon a frozen horizon | |
| Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation | |
| With a whiff of desecration and hate | |
| So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground | |
| And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile | |
| Stab these thorns deeper into my heart | |
| And free me from these depressive thoughts | |
| Cleanse me... | |
| Ah... This is the coldest hell... |