| Song | Corpse In a Nebulous Creek |
| Artist | Carach Angren |
| Album | Lammendam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Droomers, Wijers |
| [00:53.606] | One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams |
| [00:56.819] | He tastes and smells her burning flesh |
| [00:58.787] | In his most sickening, hypnotic dreams |
| [01:01.366] | These illusions seemed so damn real |
| [01:07.279] | What a nightmarish ordeal! |
| [01:12.310] | |
| [01:27.797] | My lady's corpse was never found within the remains |
| [01:31.285] | Even her skeleton dissolved |
| [01:33.428] | There was no proper burial day |
| [01:35.766] | What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay |
| [01:41.880] | And something devilish stayed to play |
| [01:46.006] | |
| [01:51.064] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [02:13.320] | His name was Manfred, his father was a German count |
| [02:20.631] | Depression his companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found |
| [02:35.219] | Depression! |
| [02:37.496] | |
| [02:42.813] | Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis |
| [02:58.506] | Corpse in a nebulous creek |
| [03:05.155] | |
| [03:14.280] | I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride |
| [03:22.524] | Trembling with fear, still cannot believe |
| [03:26.282] | That like a false dog it kept staring at me |
| [03:30.702] | |
| [03:50.633] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [03:58.500] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [04:02.675] | Seriously considering suicide |
| [04:05.275] | Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight? |
| [04:10.109] | |
| [04:13.645] | He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then |
| [04:16.201] | When they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck |
| [04:18.829] | Was he insane? No! |
| [04:20.178] | She came back and pushed him, so sad... |
| [04:24.478] | |
| [04:31.957] | Broke his neck |
| [04:38.723] | Horse shot dead |
| [04:45.671] | Broke his neck |
| [04:53.363] | Now he's dead! |
| [05:15.860] | Now he's dead! |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Droomers, Wijers |
| [00:53.606] | One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams |
| [00:56.819] | He tastes and smells her burning flesh |
| [00:58.787] | In his most sickening, hypnotic dreams |
| [01:01.366] | These illusions seemed so damn real |
| [01:07.279] | What a nightmarish ordeal! |
| [01:12.310] | |
| [01:27.797] | My lady' s corpse was never found within the remains |
| [01:31.285] | Even her skeleton dissolved |
| [01:33.428] | There was no proper burial day |
| [01:35.766] | What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay |
| [01:41.880] | And something devilish stayed to play |
| [01:46.006] | |
| [01:51.064] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [02:13.320] | His name was Manfred, his father was a German count |
| [02:20.631] | Depression his companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found |
| [02:35.219] | Depression! |
| [02:37.496] | |
| [02:42.813] | Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis |
| [02:58.506] | Corpse in a nebulous creek |
| [03:05.155] | |
| [03:14.280] | I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride |
| [03:22.524] | Trembling with fear, still cannot believe |
| [03:26.282] | That like a false dog it kept staring at me |
| [03:30.702] | |
| [03:50.633] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [03:58.500] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [04:02.675] | Seriously considering suicide |
| [04:05.275] | Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight? |
| [04:10.109] | |
| [04:13.645] | He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then |
| [04:16.201] | When they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck |
| [04:18.829] | Was he insane? No! |
| [04:20.178] | She came back and pushed him, so sad... |
| [04:24.478] | |
| [04:31.957] | Broke his neck |
| [04:38.723] | Horse shot dead |
| [04:45.671] | Broke his neck |
| [04:53.363] | Now he' s dead! |
| [05:15.860] | Now he' s dead! |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Droomers, Wijers |
| [00:53.606] | One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams |
| [00:56.819] | He tastes and smells her burning flesh |
| [00:58.787] | In his most sickening, hypnotic dreams |
| [01:01.366] | These illusions seemed so damn real |
| [01:07.279] | What a nightmarish ordeal! |
| [01:12.310] | |
| [01:27.797] | My lady' s corpse was never found within the remains |
| [01:31.285] | Even her skeleton dissolved |
| [01:33.428] | There was no proper burial day |
| [01:35.766] | What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay |
| [01:41.880] | And something devilish stayed to play |
| [01:46.006] | |
| [01:51.064] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [02:13.320] | His name was Manfred, his father was a German count |
| [02:20.631] | Depression his companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found |
| [02:35.219] | Depression! |
| [02:37.496] | |
| [02:42.813] | Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis |
| [02:58.506] | Corpse in a nebulous creek |
| [03:05.155] | |
| [03:14.280] | I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride |
| [03:22.524] | Trembling with fear, still cannot believe |
| [03:26.282] | That like a false dog it kept staring at me |
| [03:30.702] | |
| [03:50.633] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [03:58.500] | Corpse, corpse... |
| [04:02.675] | Seriously considering suicide |
| [04:05.275] | Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight? |
| [04:10.109] | |
| [04:13.645] | He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then |
| [04:16.201] | When they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck |
| [04:18.829] | Was he insane? No! |
| [04:20.178] | She came back and pushed him, so sad... |
| [04:24.478] | |
| [04:31.957] | Broke his neck |
| [04:38.723] | Horse shot dead |
| [04:45.671] | Broke his neck |
| [04:53.363] | Now he' s dead! |
| [05:15.860] | Now he' s dead! |