| Song | Undirected Aggression |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | The Grand Leveller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Benediction | |
| Your life means nothing. | |
| Parting isn't such sweet sorrow. | |
| Dripping with hate. | |
| Words from the inner soul. | |
| Realization of my ways. | |
| Evidently unapparant. | |
| Ignominous behaviour. | |
| Physically repulsed by you. | |
| Tormentation of emotion. | |
| Occupy my every thought. | |
| Freezing you, my infliction. | |
| So cold that you will burn. | |
| Excruciating pain you learn. | |
| Mutual hate - on this vastitude of fate. | |
| Only one stands to win. | |
| Let the murdering begin. | |
| Now you suffer. | |
| Amongst all ye children now. | |
| Cowards die often. | |
| I will not let things lie. | |
| Demise architecht. | |
| This grudge will infect. |
| zuo ci : Benediction | |
| Your life means nothing. | |
| Parting isn' t such sweet sorrow. | |
| Dripping with hate. | |
| Words from the inner soul. | |
| Realization of my ways. | |
| Evidently unapparant. | |
| Ignominous behaviour. | |
| Physically repulsed by you. | |
| Tormentation of emotion. | |
| Occupy my every thought. | |
| Freezing you, my infliction. | |
| So cold that you will burn. | |
| Excruciating pain you learn. | |
| Mutual hate on this vastitude of fate. | |
| Only one stands to win. | |
| Let the murdering begin. | |
| Now you suffer. | |
| Amongst all ye children now. | |
| Cowards die often. | |
| I will not let things lie. | |
| Demise architecht. | |
| This grudge will infect. |
| zuò cí : Benediction | |
| Your life means nothing. | |
| Parting isn' t such sweet sorrow. | |
| Dripping with hate. | |
| Words from the inner soul. | |
| Realization of my ways. | |
| Evidently unapparant. | |
| Ignominous behaviour. | |
| Physically repulsed by you. | |
| Tormentation of emotion. | |
| Occupy my every thought. | |
| Freezing you, my infliction. | |
| So cold that you will burn. | |
| Excruciating pain you learn. | |
| Mutual hate on this vastitude of fate. | |
| Only one stands to win. | |
| Let the murdering begin. | |
| Now you suffer. | |
| Amongst all ye children now. | |
| Cowards die often. | |
| I will not let things lie. | |
| Demise architecht. | |
| This grudge will infect. |