| Song | Sick Ceremony |
| Artist | Ambeon |
| Album | Fate of a Dreamer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lucassen, Van Woerkom | |
| Their little girl said | |
| Don't tell me how you feel | |
| You don't understand | |
| She painted the people | |
| She disgusted on her way down | |
| All there is left now | |
| Is a picture of them | |
| With their faces on it, and it's my fault [Chorus:] | |
| Black roses | |
| As black as her hair white sheets | |
| As pale as her face | |
| She crossed her fingers | |
| And apologized to them | |
| Then she flew off | |
| Into the stream | |
| Went to the light | |
| Which faded meanwhile | |
| Into the scratches on her cheeks | |
| And her raining soul [Chorus:] | |
| Red blood | |
| As red as her lips | |
| Oh believe me | |
| I loved her too much |
| zuo qu : Lucassen, Van Woerkom | |
| Their little girl said | |
| Don' t tell me how you feel | |
| You don' t understand | |
| She painted the people | |
| She disgusted on her way down | |
| All there is left now | |
| Is a picture of them | |
| With their faces on it, and it' s my fault Chorus: | |
| Black roses | |
| As black as her hair white sheets | |
| As pale as her face | |
| She crossed her fingers | |
| And apologized to them | |
| Then she flew off | |
| Into the stream | |
| Went to the light | |
| Which faded meanwhile | |
| Into the scratches on her cheeks | |
| And her raining soul Chorus: | |
| Red blood | |
| As red as her lips | |
| Oh believe me | |
| I loved her too much |
| zuò qǔ : Lucassen, Van Woerkom | |
| Their little girl said | |
| Don' t tell me how you feel | |
| You don' t understand | |
| She painted the people | |
| She disgusted on her way down | |
| All there is left now | |
| Is a picture of them | |
| With their faces on it, and it' s my fault Chorus: | |
| Black roses | |
| As black as her hair white sheets | |
| As pale as her face | |
| She crossed her fingers | |
| And apologized to them | |
| Then she flew off | |
| Into the stream | |
| Went to the light | |
| Which faded meanwhile | |
| Into the scratches on her cheeks | |
| And her raining soul Chorus: | |
| Red blood | |
| As red as her lips | |
| Oh believe me | |
| I loved her too much |