| Song | Sonnet Macabre |
| Artist | Unto Ashes |
| Album | Moon Oppose Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ash, Laird | |
| I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
| Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
| Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
| And with your beauty know the depths of sin; | |
| Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
| And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
| Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
| And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
| I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
| And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
| The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
| I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
| The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
| The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |
| zuo qu : Ash, Laird | |
| I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
| Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
| Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
| And with your beauty know the depths of sin | |
| Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
| And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
| Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
| And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
| I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
| And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
| The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
| I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
| The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
| The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |
| zuò qǔ : Ash, Laird | |
| I love you for the grief that lurks within | |
| Your languid spirit, and because you wear | |
| Corruption with a vague and childish air, | |
| And with your beauty know the depths of sin | |
| Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin, | |
| And virtue dies in you slain by despair, | |
| Since evil has you tangled in its snare | |
| And triumphs on the soul good cannot win. | |
| I love you since you know remorse and tears, | |
| And in your troubled loveliness appears | |
| The spot of ancient crimes that writhe and hiss | |
| I love you for your hands that calm and bless, | |
| The perfume of your sad and slow caress, | |
| The avid poison of your subtle kiss. |