| Song | Good Mourning |
| Artist | 麦克白 |
| Album | Malae Artes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| My name is Winter Cold | |
| I’ll freeze the heart you’re loving | |
| To wound your mortal soul | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| You’re blind and you don’t know | |
| Illusions come to an end | |
| And you are gone | |
| Her love is like a candle | |
| Weeping in the wind | |
| Blow out its flame | |
| It’s easy as committing sins | |
| Farewell for ever | |
| Thousands needles in my heart | |
| Get me some poison | |
| No more lies | |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| Stare at this stormy sunset | |
| The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
| Like a disgusting insect | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| Her heart is turned to stone | |
| Dreams come to an end | |
| She’s false to the bone |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| My name is Winter Cold | |
| I' ll freeze the heart you' re loving | |
| To wound your mortal soul | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| You' re blind and you don' t know | |
| Illusions come to an end | |
| And you are gone | |
| Her love is like a candle | |
| Weeping in the wind | |
| Blow out its flame | |
| It' s easy as committing sins | |
| Farewell for ever | |
| Thousands needles in my heart | |
| Get me some poison | |
| No more lies | |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| Stare at this stormy sunset | |
| The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
| Like a disgusting insect | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| Her heart is turned to stone | |
| Dreams come to an end | |
| She' s false to the bone |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| My name is Winter Cold | |
| I' ll freeze the heart you' re loving | |
| To wound your mortal soul | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| You' re blind and you don' t know | |
| Illusions come to an end | |
| And you are gone | |
| Her love is like a candle | |
| Weeping in the wind | |
| Blow out its flame | |
| It' s easy as committing sins | |
| Farewell for ever | |
| Thousands needles in my heart | |
| Get me some poison | |
| No more lies | |
| Good mourning Mr. Sleepy | |
| Stare at this stormy sunset | |
| The veil of doubt comes creeping | |
| Like a disgusting insect | |
| Believe my little friend | |
| Her heart is turned to stone | |
| Dreams come to an end | |
| She' s false to the bone |