| Song | A Cold Grave |
| Artist | Zyklon |
| Album | Disintegrate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eithun, Zyklon | |
| A ferocious circle of fiends | |
| A paragon to follow | |
| A derisive laughter, created by winds | |
| No wonder everyone thought it was hollow | |
| A place for everything | |
| Grace me with sleepless nights | |
| A time for anything | |
| Praise me with clear-cut fights | |
| A dead end street | |
| Shut your bedroom and block herein | |
| Lift and uncover your sheet | |
| Addictive like goddamn heroin | |
| The chasm of reality | |
| Sanctions through folly | |
| Still no overdrive capacity | |
| Never seen anything so holy | |
| This is the night of the cold grave blues | |
| Be sure it's all wrapped well and tucked | |
| I ain't got no short fuse | |
| Hell, this is when we'll all be fucked |
| zuo qu : Eithun, Zyklon | |
| A ferocious circle of fiends | |
| A paragon to follow | |
| A derisive laughter, created by winds | |
| No wonder everyone thought it was hollow | |
| A place for everything | |
| Grace me with sleepless nights | |
| A time for anything | |
| Praise me with clearcut fights | |
| A dead end street | |
| Shut your bedroom and block herein | |
| Lift and uncover your sheet | |
| Addictive like goddamn heroin | |
| The chasm of reality | |
| Sanctions through folly | |
| Still no overdrive capacity | |
| Never seen anything so holy | |
| This is the night of the cold grave blues | |
| Be sure it' s all wrapped well and tucked | |
| I ain' t got no short fuse | |
| Hell, this is when we' ll all be fucked |
| zuò qǔ : Eithun, Zyklon | |
| A ferocious circle of fiends | |
| A paragon to follow | |
| A derisive laughter, created by winds | |
| No wonder everyone thought it was hollow | |
| A place for everything | |
| Grace me with sleepless nights | |
| A time for anything | |
| Praise me with clearcut fights | |
| A dead end street | |
| Shut your bedroom and block herein | |
| Lift and uncover your sheet | |
| Addictive like goddamn heroin | |
| The chasm of reality | |
| Sanctions through folly | |
| Still no overdrive capacity | |
| Never seen anything so holy | |
| This is the night of the cold grave blues | |
| Be sure it' s all wrapped well and tucked | |
| I ain' t got no short fuse | |
| Hell, this is when we' ll all be fucked |