| Song | The Ghost of a Stranger |
| Artist | The Faceless |
| Album | Akeldama |
| 作曲 : Faceless | |
| Infatuated with the corpse | |
| An exact image of what it was just a moment ago | |
| A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took | |
| My body is bathed in the warmth of blood | |
| Never thought that it would | |
| Have kept me warm on this very fateful night | |
| But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy | |
| It’s white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight | |
| Reminiscent of fresh snowfall | |
| The patterns formed by shadows and it’s hair make each square inch unique | |
| My lips still burn from the last time that | |
| I uttered it’s proper name | |
| Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands | |
| My flesh on it’s flesh with gravity on my side | |
| I should, but wont, tread lightly on it | |
| My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity | |
| Brushing the hair from it’s face | |
| I am locked into a dead stare | |
| It’s open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back at me | |
| Not who I am but, what | |
| I have become | |
| I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that | |
| I’ve got Pushing my power in | |
| And absorbing it’s life as mine, becoming one with it | |
| I unclasp the ball gag and inhale it’s death |
| zuò qǔ : Faceless | |
| Infatuated with the corpse | |
| An exact image of what it was just a moment ago | |
| A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took | |
| My body is bathed in the warmth of blood | |
| Never thought that it would | |
| Have kept me warm on this very fateful night | |
| But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy | |
| It' s white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight | |
| Reminiscent of fresh snowfall | |
| The patterns formed by shadows and it' s hair make each square inch unique | |
| My lips still burn from the last time that | |
| I uttered it' s proper name | |
| Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands | |
| My flesh on it' s flesh with gravity on my side | |
| I should, but wont, tread lightly on it | |
| My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity | |
| Brushing the hair from it' s face | |
| I am locked into a dead stare | |
| It' s open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back at me | |
| Not who I am but, what | |
| I have become | |
| I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that | |
| I' ve got Pushing my power in | |
| And absorbing it' s life as mine, becoming one with it | |
| I unclasp the ball gag and inhale it' s death |