| Song | Architecture Of Exquisite Madness |
| Artist | Necromantia |
| Album | The Sound Of Lucifer Storming Heaven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Necromantia | |
| Touch the walls, liquid mirrors | |
| Feel the floors, black hungry pools | |
| The ceiling above, malignant space | |
| The rooms around, gates to the void | |
| Everything is true but nothing is real | |
| In this house of illusion | |
| In this dark-red church | |
| You will loose your pathetic soul | |
| Disturbing angels everywhere | |
| (Are) Meeting with distorted lines | |
| Creating a twisting | |
| Abominable structure | |
| Every corner is a piece | |
| Of obscure, unearthly art | |
| Small black gateways | |
| To the palace of the Worm | |
| In every room you are prey | |
| To the hounds of emptiness | |
| The eyes of the Devourer | |
| Are watching through the window's glass | |
| Space and time collide | |
| Behind close doors you see your past | |
| Beyond these doors | |
| There is no future... for you... |
| zuo qu : Necromantia | |
| Touch the walls, liquid mirrors | |
| Feel the floors, black hungry pools | |
| The ceiling above, malignant space | |
| The rooms around, gates to the void | |
| Everything is true but nothing is real | |
| In this house of illusion | |
| In this darkred church | |
| You will loose your pathetic soul | |
| Disturbing angels everywhere | |
| Are Meeting with distorted lines | |
| Creating a twisting | |
| Abominable structure | |
| Every corner is a piece | |
| Of obscure, unearthly art | |
| Small black gateways | |
| To the palace of the Worm | |
| In every room you are prey | |
| To the hounds of emptiness | |
| The eyes of the Devourer | |
| Are watching through the window' s glass | |
| Space and time collide | |
| Behind close doors you see your past | |
| Beyond these doors | |
| There is no future... for you... |
| zuò qǔ : Necromantia | |
| Touch the walls, liquid mirrors | |
| Feel the floors, black hungry pools | |
| The ceiling above, malignant space | |
| The rooms around, gates to the void | |
| Everything is true but nothing is real | |
| In this house of illusion | |
| In this darkred church | |
| You will loose your pathetic soul | |
| Disturbing angels everywhere | |
| Are Meeting with distorted lines | |
| Creating a twisting | |
| Abominable structure | |
| Every corner is a piece | |
| Of obscure, unearthly art | |
| Small black gateways | |
| To the palace of the Worm | |
| In every room you are prey | |
| To the hounds of emptiness | |
| The eyes of the Devourer | |
| Are watching through the window' s glass | |
| Space and time collide | |
| Behind close doors you see your past | |
| Beyond these doors | |
| There is no future... for you... |