作词 : Deebank, Lawrence
This stagnant pool
like a drowned coffin
still as a deceased heart
haunting the ghost of the noble crusader
who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs
never a drop to disturb stagnation
Oh they say I'll never win
You'll always get beat
And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap
I'm dragging the crusader behind
Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell
Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell
Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell
back to hell
back to hell