| Song | Death And The Suffering |
| Artist | Elvenking |
| Album | The Scythe |
| 作曲 : Aydan, Damna | |
| Suffered I have and Suffer I will .... Counting my days in the blood that I spill | |
| The sweetest of tortures, that we call Life .... Will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife | |
| How can I accept this way? A countdown to the final day | |
| Holding by the blade the knife How can i accept my life? | |
| The Skeleton beholds our race (for) New faces to deface | |
| Grinding our hopes to be Plunged into fire | |
| I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
| And I dream the most dreadful things, dreadful things, back in mind and wrathful eyes | |
| Too late cause the moment has died | |
| The Skeleton benights us Broken strings on a harp like | |
| The sirens departing with their beatiful songs The Skeleton benights us | |
| Overdashing with sorrow the path paved with love and hate My heart is bleeding | |
| bleeding everyday My mind can't stop from dreaming dreadful Death and the suffering | |
| How can I deny this way? Forgetting bout the final day | |
| Why can't I put down the knife? How can i deny my life? | |
| The hooded Queen beholds our race (for) New faces to deface | |
| Rushing forth the tides of life Into the ocean | |
| I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
| One day oh will anything, anything come and dry the tears I cry | |
| Too late the moment has died Kneel down to the Death and the suffering |
| zuò qǔ : Aydan, Damna | |
| Suffered I have and Suffer I will .... Counting my days in the blood that I spill | |
| The sweetest of tortures, that we call Life .... Will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife | |
| How can I accept this way? A countdown to the final day | |
| Holding by the blade the knife How can i accept my life? | |
| The Skeleton beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
| Grinding our hopes to be Plunged into fire | |
| I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
| And I dream the most dreadful things, dreadful things, back in mind and wrathful eyes | |
| Too late cause the moment has died | |
| The Skeleton benights us Broken strings on a harp like | |
| The sirens departing with their beatiful songs The Skeleton benights us | |
| Overdashing with sorrow the path paved with love and hate My heart is bleeding | |
| bleeding everyday My mind can' t stop from dreaming dreadful Death and the suffering | |
| How can I deny this way? Forgetting bout the final day | |
| Why can' t I put down the knife? How can i deny my life? | |
| The hooded Queen beholds our race for New faces to deface | |
| Rushing forth the tides of life Into the ocean | |
| I strive just for anything, anything that could save me from this hell | |
| One day oh will anything, anything come and dry the tears I cry | |
| Too late the moment has died Kneel down to the Death and the suffering |