| Song | Wholly Night |
| Artist | Arsis |
| Album | A Celebration of Guilt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Malone | |
| As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
| And it's lights embraced by a single howl | |
| This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
| With the breath of jealous winds | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven's dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| Anticipation of the madness to come | |
| Lowly angel flesh undone | |
| Longing for heaven's dark curse | |
| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
| Shall be un-divine | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
| To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven's dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |
| zuo qu : Malone | |
| As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
| And it' s lights embraced by a single howl | |
| This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
| With the breath of jealous winds | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| Anticipation of the madness to come | |
| Lowly angel flesh undone | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark curse | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
| Shall be undivine | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
| To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |
| zuò qǔ : Malone | |
| As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds | |
| And it' s lights embraced by a single howl | |
| This graveyard dream was brought to life | |
| With the breath of jealous winds | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| Anticipation of the madness to come | |
| Lowly angel flesh undone | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark curse | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes | |
| Shall be undivine | |
| And a scream was thrown into the night | |
| A bloody shade to stain pure white | |
| And the one crawls nearer to their cries | |
| To feast the beast born wholly of night | |
| Shackled, bound, torched by the light | |
| A thousand angels torn from flight | |
| Longing for heaven' s dark cursed | |
| With I to guide the Caindrawn hearse | |
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies | |
| From tears of mourning cries be torn | |
| The beast is born wholly of night | |
| A wielder of sickness marching on | |
| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn | |
| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |