| Song | Frozen Screams |
| Artist | Deceased |
| Album | Supernatural Addiction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head, | |
| For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead, | |
| She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor's care, | |
| Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth? | |
| It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide, | |
| The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind, | |
| With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he'll take her life, | |
| An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife, | |
| Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere, | |
| Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe, | |
| Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat, | |
| Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet, | |
| Without remorse he now prepares to leave this all behind, | |
| He sits and waits his lover's call to secretly arrive, | |
| But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn, | |
| With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse, | |
| Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house, | |
| She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse, | |
| The mistress's mind was pouring out but terror was not complete, | |
| For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life, | |
| With the axe he used to kill her once she swung to stop the bones, | |
| But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold, | |
| She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance, | |
| This final vision of that night still lives inside her head, | |
| In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved, | |
| There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man, | |
| Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt, | |
| Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt, | |
| Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams... |
| zuo qu : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head, | |
| For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead, | |
| She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor' s care, | |
| Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth? | |
| It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide, | |
| The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind, | |
| With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he' ll take her life, | |
| An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife, | |
| Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere, | |
| Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe, | |
| Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat, | |
| Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet, | |
| Without remorse he now prepares to leave this all behind, | |
| He sits and waits his lover' s call to secretly arrive, | |
| But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn, | |
| With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse, | |
| Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house, | |
| She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse, | |
| The mistress' s mind was pouring out but terror was not complete, | |
| For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life, | |
| With the axe he used to kill her once she swung to stop the bones, | |
| But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold, | |
| She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance, | |
| This final vision of that night still lives inside her head, | |
| In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved, | |
| There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man, | |
| Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt, | |
| Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt, | |
| Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams... |
| zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head, | |
| For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead, | |
| She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor' s care, | |
| Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth? | |
| It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide, | |
| The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind, | |
| With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he' ll take her life, | |
| An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife, | |
| Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere, | |
| Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe, | |
| Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat, | |
| Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet, | |
| Without remorse he now prepares to leave this all behind, | |
| He sits and waits his lover' s call to secretly arrive, | |
| But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn, | |
| With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse, | |
| Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house, | |
| She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse, | |
| The mistress' s mind was pouring out but terror was not complete, | |
| For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life, | |
| With the axe he used to kill her once she swung to stop the bones, | |
| But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold, | |
| She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance, | |
| This final vision of that night still lives inside her head, | |
| In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved, | |
| There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man, | |
| Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt, | |
| Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt, | |
| Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams... |