| Song | Lamenting Kiss |
| Artist | Virgin Black |
| Album | Sombre Romantic |
| 作曲 : Escarbe | |
| A child was born in silence | |
| And winter rose to clothe itself | |
| With a voice of one who weeps | |
| I curse this memory | |
| You held the hand of hope | |
| With glory's wreath | |
| And deceiver's promise | |
| The vows your lips have sworn | |
| Tomorrow wear decay | |
| Stifled sobs | |
| Bow to cold laughter | |
| The breeze is speechless | |
| As the dust drinks the dew | |
| A child-like hope | |
| With fear betrothed | |
| Never ceases to kiss my feet | |
| This is my final lamenting kiss | |
| I have spun my last thread | |
| My dreams have broke | |
| My jewels are tarnished | |
| The wailings of the heart | |
| Are with the unborn | |
| Dreams of poetry | |
| It is cold within | |
| My knotted hand strikes | |
| A tuneless chord | |
| The noise of tongues | |
| In my darkened labyrinth | |
| Prophesies are withered | |
| To a face careworn | |
| Why have I forsaken you? | |
| The dove so long imprisoned | |
| Sour remembrance | |
| Of a day never born | |
| My retreating steps | |
| Are clothed in shadows | |
| Laden in black | |
| A man foresworn | |
| Heaven wept | |
| For the wounds that bled | |
| Tears more bitter than blood | |
| Vex my soul | |
| I am thrown on your mercies | |
| Yet my heart is still hardened | |
| Weep for me, my god, weep for me | |
| Sooth my grief | |
| Through my artless prayers | |
| My tears burden your aching soul | |
| I held hope's hand | |
| But let her forsake me | |
| May I be faithful to hold onto yours | |
| To my god of darkness my sombre romantic |
| zuò qǔ : Escarbe | |
| A child was born in silence | |
| And winter rose to clothe itself | |
| With a voice of one who weeps | |
| I curse this memory | |
| You held the hand of hope | |
| With glory' s wreath | |
| And deceiver' s promise | |
| The vows your lips have sworn | |
| Tomorrow wear decay | |
| Stifled sobs | |
| Bow to cold laughter | |
| The breeze is speechless | |
| As the dust drinks the dew | |
| A childlike hope | |
| With fear betrothed | |
| Never ceases to kiss my feet | |
| This is my final lamenting kiss | |
| I have spun my last thread | |
| My dreams have broke | |
| My jewels are tarnished | |
| The wailings of the heart | |
| Are with the unborn | |
| Dreams of poetry | |
| It is cold within | |
| My knotted hand strikes | |
| A tuneless chord | |
| The noise of tongues | |
| In my darkened labyrinth | |
| Prophesies are withered | |
| To a face careworn | |
| Why have I forsaken you? | |
| The dove so long imprisoned | |
| Sour remembrance | |
| Of a day never born | |
| My retreating steps | |
| Are clothed in shadows | |
| Laden in black | |
| A man foresworn | |
| Heaven wept | |
| For the wounds that bled | |
| Tears more bitter than blood | |
| Vex my soul | |
| I am thrown on your mercies | |
| Yet my heart is still hardened | |
| Weep for me, my god, weep for me | |
| Sooth my grief | |
| Through my artless prayers | |
| My tears burden your aching soul | |
| I held hope' s hand | |
| But let her forsake me | |
| May I be faithful to hold onto yours | |
| To my god of darkness my sombre romantic |