| Song | It Dragged Her to Dark... |
| Artist | Dawn of Relic |
| Album | Lovecraftian Dark |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Juntunen | |
| Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
| Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
| to where she was torn... | |
| Fearest thou still the moons face | |
| for what stares back | |
| Do you still light the candles | |
| To burn away the Novembers dark | |
| for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
| winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
| where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
| snow | |
| like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few nights ago when you saw 'em | |
| from your window | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few moons ago | |
| When they took her from your very home | |
| Lo ! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
| Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
| from the Stygian warped wombs | |
| They are here to take you... |
| zuo qu : Juntunen | |
| Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
| Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
| to where she was torn... | |
| Fearest thou still the moons face | |
| for what stares back | |
| Do you still light the candles | |
| To burn away the Novembers dark | |
| for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
| winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
| where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
| snow | |
| like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few nights ago when you saw ' em | |
| from your window | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few moons ago | |
| When they took her from your very home | |
| Lo nbsp! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
| Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
| from the Stygian warped wombs | |
| They are here to take you... |
| zuò qǔ : Juntunen | |
| Do you still awake at night and hear his hands | |
| Scratching the floor in front of the door | |
| to where she was torn... | |
| Fearest thou still the moons face | |
| for what stares back | |
| Do you still light the candles | |
| To burn away the Novembers dark | |
| for the spell of Eastern sea is upon these | |
| winter whitened vanes and cemeteries | |
| where gravestones stuck ghoulishly through the | |
| snow | |
| like the decayed fingernails of a corpse | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few nights ago when you saw ' em | |
| from your window | |
| Swear fealty to your sanity | |
| It was just few moons ago | |
| When they took her from your very home | |
| Lo nbsp! the red moon from te oceans low hazes | |
| Rises in ominous grandeur to view: | |
| from the Stygian warped wombs | |
| They are here to take you... |