| Song | Dead God In Me |
| Artist | In Flames |
| Album | The Jester Race |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
| CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons | |
| The palette stained with the ejaculated passions(Aey) | |
| Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
| And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
| You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
| Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
| Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
| Gods and masters | |
| The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
| Swoop from broken lungs | |
| To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Aey |
| zuo ci : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
| CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood' s seven moons | |
| The palette stained with the ejaculated passions Aey | |
| Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
| And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
| You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
| Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
| Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
| Gods and masters | |
| The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
| Swoop from broken lungs | |
| To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Aey |
| zuò cí : Ljungstrom, Stromblad | |
| CoolTo slit the grinning wounds from childhood' s seven moons | |
| The palette stained with the ejaculated passions Aey | |
| Strike from omnipotence, they all seer all deemer | |
| And haunt my severed county with your dripping secret games | |
| You picked the unripe lilies, deflored and peeled the bleeding petals | |
| Made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus | |
| Of the black ash inheritance, the semen feed of | |
| Gods and masters | |
| The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms | |
| Swoop from broken lungs | |
| To block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Father, you are the dead god in me | |
| Aey |