| Song | Jumping At Shadows |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | The Grand Leveller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Benediction | |
| It had to be done! | |
| Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
| Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
| Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
| Perhaps we=B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
| Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
| Bloody family. | |
| Darkened death. | |
| An absolute, depravity | |
| If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
| Hear the cities fearful roar. = | |
| *=B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, = | |
| urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood = | |
| of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I = | |
| asked...What of your children?=B2* | |
| Out to silence me. | |
| Bloodied family. | |
| Now I sleep. | |
| The city weeps. | |
| (=B3*=B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam) |
| zuo ci : Benediction | |
| It had to be done! | |
| Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
| Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
| Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
| Perhaps we B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
| Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
| Bloody family. | |
| Darkened death. | |
| An absolute, depravity | |
| If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
| Hear the cities fearful roar. | |
| B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, | |
| urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood | |
| of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I | |
| asked... What of your children? B2 | |
| Out to silence me. | |
| Bloodied family. | |
| Now I sleep. | |
| The city weeps. | |
| B3 B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam |
| zuò cí : Benediction | |
| It had to be done! | |
| Conspiring web, killing me, the end. | |
| Let me haunt you, a chilling tale. | |
| Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds. | |
| Perhaps we B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away. | |
| Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight. | |
| Bloody family. | |
| Darkened death. | |
| An absolute, depravity | |
| If a weak linkage found, eliminate. | |
| Hear the cities fearful roar. | |
| B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, | |
| urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood | |
| of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I | |
| asked... What of your children? B2 | |
| Out to silence me. | |
| Bloodied family. | |
| Now I sleep. | |
| The city weeps. | |
| B3 B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam |