| Song | Dismantle |
| Artist | And Hell Followed With |
| Album | Proprioception |
| 作曲 : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
| With unease have I slept these past months | |
| Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams | |
| The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection | |
| To such heights she will grow | |
| Horrors driven, ye who stands atop wondrous pyres | |
| You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold | |
| In favored fascination do I covet thee so | |
| And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance | |
| Among the dancing of your flickering robe | |
| No encumbrance embracing your swell | |
| For no barrier could contain | |
| Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation | |
| The joining of my ash to your unending tenure | |
| I who have awoken such madness ask | |
| Only this pittance of appeasement | |
| To burn eternally in your loving arms | |
| And to the dismay of my every thought | |
| Does she look upon me in faces of aversion | |
| Her breath, her grasp | |
| Cauterizing the tears I have shed | |
| Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome | |
| If it meant only your loving embrace | |
| Yet these woes I shall know eternal | |
| For I still breathe alone | |
| And the sea of flames, folding in on itself | |
| Swallowed whole the entirety | |
| How the roar of that which remains untamed | |
| Brings me the only joy I this world I have known |
| zuò qǔ : And Hell Followed With, Holland | |
| With unease have I slept these past months | |
| Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams | |
| The sleight of hand unleashing this perfection | |
| To such heights she will grow | |
| Horrors driven, ye who stands atop wondrous pyres | |
| You breathe eternal that no darkness shall withhold | |
| In favored fascination do I covet thee so | |
| And I have thirsted to bathe beneath such radiance | |
| Among the dancing of your flickering robe | |
| No encumbrance embracing your swell | |
| For no barrier could contain | |
| Only in morbid imaginings have I dreamt of this cremation | |
| The joining of my ash to your unending tenure | |
| I who have awoken such madness ask | |
| Only this pittance of appeasement | |
| To burn eternally in your loving arms | |
| And to the dismay of my every thought | |
| Does she look upon me in faces of aversion | |
| Her breath, her grasp | |
| Cauterizing the tears I have shed | |
| Such multitudes of sorrow I would welcome | |
| If it meant only your loving embrace | |
| Yet these woes I shall know eternal | |
| For I still breathe alone | |
| And the sea of flames, folding in on itself | |
| Swallowed whole the entirety | |
| How the roar of that which remains untamed | |
| Brings me the only joy I this world I have known |