| Song | Creator Failure |
| Artist | Iced Earth |
| Album | Days Of Purgatory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
| (Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell / Lyrics : Schaffer) | |
| A lonely maiden stands | |
| Bound to the obelisk | |
| As she tugs and pulls | |
| And tries to twist | |
| Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
| Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
| How does thou receive this fate ? | |
| She asks of her own mind | |
| Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
| Life... gone is mine | |
| I also ask of you my lord | |
| Thy god in heaven | |
| For I understand the error of mans ways | |
| But of creation and the seven days | |
| When was created the murky haze | |
| From which the beast has risen | |
| Fail me not my master | |
| For this is your creation | |
| Your son the bastard | |
| LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
| Unrelenting vice | |
| Vile embellishment | |
| Transcending pure evil | |
| Standing now before her eyes | |
| Wings expanding... she¹s going to die | |
| Belching blue green fire | |
| Flesh feeds the desire | |
| The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
| Come to me my demon brother | |
| Of us both and our fathers | |
| A failure of creation ... abomination |
| zuo ci : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
| Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell Lyrics : Schaffer | |
| A lonely maiden stands | |
| Bound to the obelisk | |
| As she tugs and pulls | |
| And tries to twist | |
| Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
| Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
| How does thou receive this fate ? | |
| She asks of her own mind | |
| Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
| Life... gone is mine | |
| I also ask of you my lord | |
| Thy god in heaven | |
| For I understand the error of mans ways | |
| But of creation and the seven days | |
| When was created the murky haze | |
| From which the beast has risen | |
| Fail me not my master | |
| For this is your creation | |
| Your son the bastard | |
| LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
| Unrelenting vice | |
| Vile embellishment | |
| Transcending pure evil | |
| Standing now before her eyes | |
| Wings expanding... she s going to die | |
| Belching blue green fire | |
| Flesh feeds the desire | |
| The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
| Come to me my demon brother | |
| Of us both and our fathers | |
| A failure of creation ... abomination |
| zuò cí : Abell, Barlow, Schaffer ... | |
| Music : Schaffer, Shawver, Abell Lyrics : Schaffer | |
| A lonely maiden stands | |
| Bound to the obelisk | |
| As she tugs and pulls | |
| And tries to twist | |
| Shackles slice her virgin wrists | |
| Blood now covers her tiny hands | |
| How does thou receive this fate ? | |
| She asks of her own mind | |
| Purity, innocence, encourage death | |
| Life... gone is mine | |
| I also ask of you my lord | |
| Thy god in heaven | |
| For I understand the error of mans ways | |
| But of creation and the seven days | |
| When was created the murky haze | |
| From which the beast has risen | |
| Fail me not my master | |
| For this is your creation | |
| Your son the bastard | |
| LeviathanBlackness, dripping stench | |
| Unrelenting vice | |
| Vile embellishment | |
| Transcending pure evil | |
| Standing now before her eyes | |
| Wings expanding... she s going to die | |
| Belching blue green fire | |
| Flesh feeds the desire | |
| The serpent gods apocalyptic smile | |
| Come to me my demon brother | |
| Of us both and our fathers | |
| A failure of creation ... abomination |