| Song | A Vulgar Picture |
| Artist | The Black Dahlia Murder |
| Album | Miasma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| now the funeral grounds are at last AWASH | |
| with the blackness of this frigid autumn night | |
| I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow | |
| this night shall birth forth our reckoning | |
| hell's jaws, now open wide | |
| a stare to pierce six feet of soil | |
| a love beyond this mortal coil | |
| as though you'd never left my side, | |
| I hold your stiffened body so close to me | |
| for years I've lived in a dream | |
| awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me | |
| I can barely suppress my elation! | |
| MY BLOOD IS RACING AS I STRIKE THE LID | |
| a quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed | |
| so long I've waited for this moment, | |
| to thrust my fingers deep inside! | |
| now you will sing the song of the deceased | |
| the ones whose souls will never rest in peace! | |
| the throes of necromantic lust | |
| possess my mind | |
| cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside | |
| I feel alive! for once I'm feeling so alive | |
| my skin is crawling, | |
| I'm completed on this resurrection night | |
| from this night achieved a morbid truth | |
| love's bounds post-mortally removed | |
| (chorus) | |
| in rapture my mind is lured by my own knife | |
| to join this frrrragile being who sleeps below | |
| the reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly | |
| along my impatient veins its steel does graze | |
| WITH THE KISS OF SUICIDE! | |
| I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride | |
| the silk lining now stained with my offering | |
| I embrace the end of MY NOW WORTHLESS LIFE |
| zuo qu : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| now the funeral grounds are at last AWASH | |
| with the blackness of this frigid autumn night | |
| I' ve lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow | |
| this night shall birth forth our reckoning | |
| hell' s jaws, now open wide | |
| a stare to pierce six feet of soil | |
| a love beyond this mortal coil | |
| as though you' d never left my side, | |
| I hold your stiffened body so close to me | |
| for years I' ve lived in a dream | |
| awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me | |
| I can barely suppress my elation! | |
| MY BLOOD IS RACING AS I STRIKE THE LID | |
| a quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed | |
| so long I' ve waited for this moment, | |
| to thrust my fingers deep inside! | |
| now you will sing the song of the deceased | |
| the ones whose souls will never rest in peace! | |
| the throes of necromantic lust | |
| possess my mind | |
| cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside | |
| I feel alive! for once I' m feeling so alive | |
| my skin is crawling, | |
| I' m completed on this resurrection night | |
| from this night achieved a morbid truth | |
| love' s bounds postmortally removed | |
| chorus | |
| in rapture my mind is lured by my own knife | |
| to join this frrrragile being who sleeps below | |
| the reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly | |
| along my impatient veins its steel does graze | |
| WITH THE KISS OF SUICIDE! | |
| I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride | |
| the silk lining now stained with my offering | |
| I embrace the end of MY NOW WORTHLESS LIFE |
| zuò qǔ : Black Dahlia Murder ... | |
| now the funeral grounds are at last AWASH | |
| with the blackness of this frigid autumn night | |
| I' ve lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow | |
| this night shall birth forth our reckoning | |
| hell' s jaws, now open wide | |
| a stare to pierce six feet of soil | |
| a love beyond this mortal coil | |
| as though you' d never left my side, | |
| I hold your stiffened body so close to me | |
| for years I' ve lived in a dream | |
| awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me | |
| I can barely suppress my elation! | |
| MY BLOOD IS RACING AS I STRIKE THE LID | |
| a quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed | |
| so long I' ve waited for this moment, | |
| to thrust my fingers deep inside! | |
| now you will sing the song of the deceased | |
| the ones whose souls will never rest in peace! | |
| the throes of necromantic lust | |
| possess my mind | |
| cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside | |
| I feel alive! for once I' m feeling so alive | |
| my skin is crawling, | |
| I' m completed on this resurrection night | |
| from this night achieved a morbid truth | |
| love' s bounds postmortally removed | |
| chorus | |
| in rapture my mind is lured by my own knife | |
| to join this frrrragile being who sleeps below | |
| the reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly | |
| along my impatient veins its steel does graze | |
| WITH THE KISS OF SUICIDE! | |
| I feel no pain as I am entwined with my lovely bride | |
| the silk lining now stained with my offering | |
| I embrace the end of MY NOW WORTHLESS LIFE |