| Song | The Creation Ruin |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | Misanthropy Pure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
| Here's to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here's to you | |
| See here blind men | |
| We seek to bring you sight | |
| Gaze long upon your wasteland | |
| Into the eyes of the limbless | |
| Grieving and slain | |
| Pray you justify such suffering | |
| See here blind men | |
| You will see here | |
| We will not mourn | |
| Not this day | |
| Release the pallbearers | |
| Quench the pyre | |
| We revolt by moonlight | |
| Bound by unrest | |
| Driven into lunacy | |
| Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning | |
| The spear will silence the last of us | |
| Farewell to breath and beating hearts | |
| Life drains in the soil | |
| Death is where men reunite after lifetimes of unrest | |
| And this is the folly of man | |
| Misspent fortunes or breath and beating hearts | |
| Death is where men unite | |
| We unite only in death | |
| A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon | |
| May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity | |
| In vengeance we are blind | |
| Masked by a black veil | |
| Obstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind | |
| Exact reprisal and be damned | |
| Only unveiling brings deliverance from this | |
| Our familiar and cyclical fate | |
| From the womb with warm blood on our faces | |
| To the grave with cold blood on our hands | |
| Here's to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here's an end to you |
| zuo qu : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
| Here' s to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here' s to you | |
| See here blind men | |
| We seek to bring you sight | |
| Gaze long upon your wasteland | |
| Into the eyes of the limbless | |
| Grieving and slain | |
| Pray you justify such suffering | |
| See here blind men | |
| You will see here | |
| We will not mourn | |
| Not this day | |
| Release the pallbearers | |
| Quench the pyre | |
| We revolt by moonlight | |
| Bound by unrest | |
| Driven into lunacy | |
| Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning | |
| The spear will silence the last of us | |
| Farewell to breath and beating hearts | |
| Life drains in the soil | |
| Death is where men reunite after lifetimes of unrest | |
| And this is the folly of man | |
| Misspent fortunes or breath and beating hearts | |
| Death is where men unite | |
| We unite only in death | |
| A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon | |
| May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity | |
| In vengeance we are blind | |
| Masked by a black veil | |
| Obstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind | |
| Exact reprisal and be damned | |
| Only unveiling brings deliverance from this | |
| Our familiar and cyclical fate | |
| From the womb with warm blood on our faces | |
| To the grave with cold blood on our hands | |
| Here' s to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here' s an end to you |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
| Here' s to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here' s to you | |
| See here blind men | |
| We seek to bring you sight | |
| Gaze long upon your wasteland | |
| Into the eyes of the limbless | |
| Grieving and slain | |
| Pray you justify such suffering | |
| See here blind men | |
| You will see here | |
| We will not mourn | |
| Not this day | |
| Release the pallbearers | |
| Quench the pyre | |
| We revolt by moonlight | |
| Bound by unrest | |
| Driven into lunacy | |
| Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning | |
| The spear will silence the last of us | |
| Farewell to breath and beating hearts | |
| Life drains in the soil | |
| Death is where men reunite after lifetimes of unrest | |
| And this is the folly of man | |
| Misspent fortunes or breath and beating hearts | |
| Death is where men unite | |
| We unite only in death | |
| A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon | |
| May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity | |
| In vengeance we are blind | |
| Masked by a black veil | |
| Obstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind | |
| Exact reprisal and be damned | |
| Only unveiling brings deliverance from this | |
| Our familiar and cyclical fate | |
| From the womb with warm blood on our faces | |
| To the grave with cold blood on our hands | |
| Here' s to you who would ruin creation | |
| Here' s an end to you |