| Song | Suicide and Other Comforts |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Bitter Suites to Succubi |
| 作曲 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All | |
| 作词 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All | |
| I pace, alone | |
| In a place for the dead | |
| Overcome by woe | |
| And here, I've grown | |
| So fond of dread | |
| That I swear it's heaven | |
| Oh sweet Mary, | |
| Dressed in gray | |
| Roll back the stone | |
| With these words scrawled in a severed hand | |
| Tears fall like shards of glass that bend | |
| In rivers, like sinners | |
| Swept with me to join the damned | |
| A darkened sky | |
| The day that laughter died | |
| Fell swiftly into night | |
| And stayed within Her sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| So farewell to distant thunder | |
| Those inept stars I've worshipped under | |
| Fall farther, their Father | |
| Lies in wait in flames below | |
| Whilst my love, a blood red flower | |
| Calls to me from verdant bowers | |
| Graveside, I cry | |
| Please save me from this Hell I know | |
| A darkened sky | |
| The day that laughter died | |
| Fell swiftly into night | |
| And stayed within Her sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| An eye for an eye as espied in the bible | |
| My faith is lost to the burning of idols | |
| One less cross to press upon the survival | |
| Of this lorded agony | |
| And I, (much as I have tried | |
| To bury Her from mind, | |
| Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) | |
| Still sense Her presence so divine | |
| Lithe arms about my throat | |
| like pining swans entwined | |
| Footfalls at nightfall close to mine | |
| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release | |
| I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars | |
| See Her face in every natural feature | |
| Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... | |
| With glee deceiving me | |
| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release | |
| I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her | |
| Sirensong to sing along, no finer | |
| Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor | |
| Strike a chord with misery | |
| No light nor reef | |
| No unsinkable of romance keeps me | |
| Safely from the stormy seas | |
| Now drowning, resounding | |
| Death-knells pound my dreams | |
| Unthinkable to dredge through this | |
| Listless and lonely winter freeze | |
| A darkened sky | |
| This day hereafter dies | |
| Falls swiftly into night | |
| And stays within my sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| No more a victim of crusade | |
| Where souls are strung from moral palisades | |
| I slit my wrist and quickly slip away... | |
| I journey now on jewelled sands | |
| Beneath a moon to Summerlands | |
| To grace Her lips with contraband | |
| The blaze once in my veins |
| zuò qǔ : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All | |
| zuò cí : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All | |
| I pace, alone | |
| In a place for the dead | |
| Overcome by woe | |
| And here, I' ve grown | |
| So fond of dread | |
| That I swear it' s heaven | |
| Oh sweet Mary, | |
| Dressed in gray | |
| Roll back the stone | |
| With these words scrawled in a severed hand | |
| Tears fall like shards of glass that bend | |
| In rivers, like sinners | |
| Swept with me to join the damned | |
| A darkened sky | |
| The day that laughter died | |
| Fell swiftly into night | |
| And stayed within Her sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| So farewell to distant thunder | |
| Those inept stars I' ve worshipped under | |
| Fall farther, their Father | |
| Lies in wait in flames below | |
| Whilst my love, a blood red flower | |
| Calls to me from verdant bowers | |
| Graveside, I cry | |
| Please save me from this Hell I know | |
| A darkened sky | |
| The day that laughter died | |
| Fell swiftly into night | |
| And stayed within Her sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| An eye for an eye as espied in the bible | |
| My faith is lost to the burning of idols | |
| One less cross to press upon the survival | |
| Of this lorded agony | |
| And I, much as I have tried | |
| To bury Her from mind, | |
| Fate' s tourniquet was tied, when She died... | |
| Still sense Her presence so divine | |
| Lithe arms about my throat | |
| like pining swans entwined | |
| Footfalls at nightfall close to mine | |
| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release | |
| I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars | |
| See Her face in every natural feature | |
| Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... | |
| With glee deceiving me | |
| Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release | |
| I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her | |
| Sirensong to sing along, no finer | |
| Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor | |
| Strike a chord with misery | |
| No light nor reef | |
| No unsinkable of romance keeps me | |
| Safely from the stormy seas | |
| Now drowning, resounding | |
| Deathknells pound my dreams | |
| Unthinkable to dredge through this | |
| Listless and lonely winter freeze | |
| A darkened sky | |
| This day hereafter dies | |
| Falls swiftly into night | |
| And stays within my sight | |
| Staring at the knife | |
| Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice | |
| My life, to have Her with me | |
| No more a victim of crusade | |
| Where souls are strung from moral palisades | |
| I slit my wrist and quickly slip away... | |
| I journey now on jewelled sands | |
| Beneath a moon to Summerlands | |
| To grace Her lips with contraband | |
| The blaze once in my veins |