| Song | Infernal Summer |
| Artist | Primordial |
| Album | Imrama |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nemtheanga | |
| Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
| I drew down the veil, | |
| I wanted her back | |
| I am at one with what never lived | |
| I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
| I have to give... | |
| Shall you try and poison my words | |
| At a summers funeral, | |
| I woke to the light | |
| Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
| And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
| Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
| No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) | |
| I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
| Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |
| zuo qu : Nemtheanga | |
| Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
| I drew down the veil, | |
| I wanted her back | |
| I am at one with what never lived | |
| I' ll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
| I have to give... | |
| Shall you try and poison my words | |
| At a summers funeral, | |
| I woke to the light | |
| Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
| And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
| Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
| No stone lays unturned... Rest in your grave | |
| I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
| Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |
| zuò qǔ : Nemtheanga | |
| Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black | |
| I drew down the veil, | |
| I wanted her back | |
| I am at one with what never lived | |
| I' ll draw down the veil, and offer up what | |
| I have to give... | |
| Shall you try and poison my words | |
| At a summers funeral, | |
| I woke to the light | |
| Shall you lay my bed with thorns | |
| And clutch at me like you have done to life...? | |
| Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession | |
| No stone lays unturned... Rest in your grave | |
| I can no longer hear, silence calling your name | |
| Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain |