| Song | Ending the Perpetual Tragedy |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | That Within Blood Ill Tempered |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| Hear my words that | |
| I might teach you | |
| Take my arms that | |
| I might reach you | |
| That I might reach | |
| Straight for your throat | |
| This is madness | |
| Will we not be satisfied | |
| Until we sit drenched in each other's blood? | |
| The shame of only two appalling options | |
| A taker of life, of a dead man | |
| This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning | |
| Love, as vital to life as blood to heart | |
| Conquers pain | |
| Lest death intrudes by means of it's | |
| Flawed emissary, man | |
| On this day, saints will be sinners | |
| There will be no victors, only bereaved | |
| This is why we morn | |
| Leaving the world blind, eye after eye | |
| Disease inhabits the environs | |
| Famine feeds our gardens | |
| Flesh is predisposed to die | |
| Death needs no aide | |
| We bear blood to where we rest | |
| And still we are not sleepless | |
| And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity | |
| Her loved one is dead | |
| His loved one is dead | |
| My loved one is dead | |
| Your loved one is dead | |
| This is a tragedy |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Kleisath ... | |
| Hear my words that | |
| I might teach you | |
| Take my arms that | |
| I might reach you | |
| That I might reach | |
| Straight for your throat | |
| This is madness | |
| Will we not be satisfied | |
| Until we sit drenched in each other' s blood? | |
| The shame of only two appalling options | |
| A taker of life, of a dead man | |
| This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning | |
| Love, as vital to life as blood to heart | |
| Conquers pain | |
| Lest death intrudes by means of it' s | |
| Flawed emissary, man | |
| On this day, saints will be sinners | |
| There will be no victors, only bereaved | |
| This is why we morn | |
| Leaving the world blind, eye after eye | |
| Disease inhabits the environs | |
| Famine feeds our gardens | |
| Flesh is predisposed to die | |
| Death needs no aide | |
| We bear blood to where we rest | |
| And still we are not sleepless | |
| And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity | |
| Her loved one is dead | |
| His loved one is dead | |
| My loved one is dead | |
| Your loved one is dead | |
| This is a tragedy |