Mom, look after me, my red wedding dress.

Don't let me die too early.

Ah ~ ~? Ah ~ ~? Ah ~ ~

Late at night? Your falling hair

Late at night? You closed your eyes.

This is a secret agreement.

Belong to me? belong to you

The wedding dress is red

The poison is white.

I hope the woman you touch won't stop bleeding

One night in spring night is not my fault.

I hope the woman you touch is rotting. This song? Four minutes and 44 seconds? ! !

Curse her boyfriend's betrayal in the form of songs! NO.9? My sister is carrying a doll

My sister is carrying a doll

Go to the garden to see cherry blossoms.

The doll cried and called her mother.

The birds in the tree are laughing.

A doll? A doll? Why are you crying?

Did you remember what your mother said?

A doll? A doll? Stop crying.

Tell me what's on your mind.

I used to have a home, too.

And dear mom and dad.

One day dad got drunk.

Picked up the axe and went to mom.

Dad. Dad? Cut a lot.

Red blood stained the wall red.

Mom's head? Roll under the bed.

Her eyes? Still looking at me

(Dad? Mom? Why? Why?)

And then, dad? Ask me to help him.

We buried our mother under the tree.

And then, dad? Raise the axe

Peel off my skin and make a doll.

This song is not a children's song!

All the Japanese dolls you buy now have no mouths! !

It is also because of this story.

NO.8

Suicide is painless.

Suicide is painless?

Through the morning fog

Everything I saw became a mirage.

I can see

All the pain left me.

Suicide is painless.

It can bring many changes.

If I want to

I can accept it or give it up.

The game of life is not easy at all.

I will lose it anyway.

When this process begins,

The pain will get deeper and deeper and overflow from the wound! Is this song a composer? What you did when you committed suicide? With a very strong temptation to tempt people to commit suicide.

Song? Every word is revealed? Death! ? Instigate others to commit suicide! ?

Not paying attention? ! ? Maybe I will go! ! NO.7?

room of angel

You lied and were silent in front of me?

Your tears, they don't mean anything to me

So go to sleep, in the only memory you have.

And cry, my dearest mother

This is a lullaby that makes you close your eyes. Farewell.

I'm not moved to cry for you, oh my mother.

This is a lullaby that makes you close your eyes. Farewell.

Farewell.

A child, right? Your own? Mother killed him?

Will his mother? Eat all the flesh and blood raw! ! ?

Not a bit sad! ?

Instead, with happiness! ?

Too fucking? Disgusting! ! NO.5 black Sunday?

Desperate Sunday? ?

My time is sleeping? ?

Dear, I live in countless shadows? ?

White flowers will no longer wake you up? ?

Black sad car (hearse! ) carrying you? ?

Angels will not look back on you? ?

Are they angry because I want to join you? ）? ?

Desperate Sunday? ?

Sunday is desperate? ?

With the shadow, I'll end it? ?

My heart and I both believe this is the end of it? ?

Soon the flowers and prayers here will be sad? ?

I know, (this prayer) make them not cry? ?

Let them know I'm happy to leave? ?

Death is not a dream? ?

Because I caressed you in death? ?

In the last breath of my soul, I bless you? ?

Desperate Sunday? ?

In a dream? ?

I'm not just dreaming? ?

I wake up and look for you? ?

My heart fell into a deep sleep? ?

Honey? ?

Sweetheart, I hope my dream won't upset you? ?

My heart tells you how much I miss you. ?

Desperate Sunday? .

At that time, one day, in a bar in Belgium, people were drinking wine and listening to music. When the band had just finished playing the orchestral piece Black Sunday composed by French composer rezs seress, they heard a hysterical shout: "I can't stand it!" I saw a young Hungarian who lifted his neck and drank all the wine in his glass, pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger at his temple, and fell in a pool of blood with a bang. ?

A woman * * investigated the case, but she tried her best to find out why the young man committed suicide. Finally, she bought a record of "Black Sunday" played by the band that day, thinking that maybe we can find some clues to solve the case from here. After playing the record once, she also committed suicide. People found her last words on her desk: "Your Excellency, I don't need to continue investigating the case I accepted, and the murderer is the music" Black Sunday ". When I was listening to this piece of music, I couldn't stand the stimulation of its sad melody, so I had to decline the world. " A? Faker hopscotch

I swear to lie.

I swear to see it?

I vowed to be a cripple.

I vowed to be a liar.

I vowed to crawl.

I swear, I swear.

I vowed to be a liar.

Your words are all superfluous.

Your face is in pieces

Your sky will fall.

Your dreams will sink.

You will wipe out all the evidence.

You will forget all hope.

You will smash your cage.

The world is not fair

Why don't you stay the same? . Singing a song with deep resentment! A deep curse! 　　

To the injustice of the world! !

Resentment for the world!

Despair of the world!

For everything

Disgusting!

Because the composer is a cripple!

Too much injustice in childhood! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

In his twenties, he died with a deep curse!

NO.3 thirteenth pair of eyes

Come too late at night. Too late? Missed the flight I missed taking off? The night is long and thin? Ups and downs in my brow? I've waited too long. Too long? The bird that shuttles through the dawn? Against the wind (my thoughts are her wings against the wind)? Huh? That thirteenth pair of eyes is used for sadness? Used to lose me thinking about your window covered with petals at night? And you don't know? I opened my thirteenth pair of eyes in your dream? Your dream is silent. I planted lotus seeds in your dream? I know. Yeah? You sang a bird's song in your dream? I also know? Are you the tears when you leave? But the thirteenth pair of eyes rises in the wheat field? Illuminate the disappointment and cut the wound of the night? I only want to listen to your songs? By dawn, birds know the season in bloom? I told you in my dream, please forgive my Shanshan? Because the night will go out? I want you to know? My red-violet blooms in your dream? I want you to know? I'm your dream keeper? I want you to know? I am the king of the night. The thirteenth pair of eyes is a pair of bitter eyes. Everyone who touches it seems to be stared at by death until the listeners fall into the arms of death one by one. No one knows how many lives these eyes have destroyed, but they can only infer from their names. Unlike Confessions, which was called by God, the thirteenth pair of eyes is an evil curse.

The thirteenth pair of eyes has the voice of death. Together with Black Sunday and Confessions, it is called the world's three major magic (forbidden) songs. However, there are many so-called "residual songs" on the Internet, in which a large number of prolonged grinding sounds are used, and the melody is strange, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Of course, it is also important to listen to psychological language hints before listening. Many of these stories may be attached afterwards. NO.2 no one can hear

I often feel scared.

At that time, I seemed to forget how to speak. ...

No, I will never speak again. What can I say?

There's no one there. There's nothing to say. ...

Therefore, I prefer to lie alone in the deepest part of darkness silently. ...

Listen to the darkness, the sound, and the whispers of people

And then share something ...

However, there is no hope and no one there.

No, no, no ... there are no living souls there, and there is nothing to say now.

I lay alone in the deepest part of the darkness,

Most of the time I was asleep and endured the inexplicable pain. Sing a song! I tremble when I type a word! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

From hell! ! The style of the song! Name! 　　

It's named after death! ! ! ! ! ! 　

Author! NO. 1 confessions sniffing the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of requiem? A scene of ruin, ghosts singing dissolutely, Black rosemary blooms and vines meander? The soul looks around and believes in the bloody moonlight? Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose? The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window? Dead branches shine on her face, pure as a girl? Her plaintive voice sings with the dead? Beloved, do you still remember my appearance? Were you always sad the night I was buried? Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose? The statue in the distance, the broken arm hidden aside? That's the fantasy of the goddess, indicating the direction with the middle finger? Red flowers are blooming beside her. Is that heaven? There is an abyss ahead, and the river is gurgling? Blood-like river water, thirst for irrigation? That's the queen's soup plate, full of spoiled thick soup? She will break the neck of the flower and ask if it is sad. Far away lover, do you remember my appearance? Did you always feel sad when I was bleeding? Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose? The sun and the moon rise and fall brightly, but I can only see the moon? She has an addictive taste, rich blood red and silvery white fragrance? The queen sang in a low voice, and the little flower with a broken neck lay at her feet? They like cold places and hide beside dead trees in the abyss? Every dead night, listening to the secret sound of blood underground? They like weird singing, just like the singing of the dead? Is it extravagant revenge or sparse despair? Faraway lover, do you remember my appearance? Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral? Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose? The flowers there are the same, all growing quietly? If there is no quiet moonlight, how can it be so cool? `? The dilapidated grassland gives off a fragrant smell of decay? Beautiful elves wandering in the palace in secret? They are also thinking about who is sad with memories? Fujiman is lush, hiding his desire for revenge? Waiting for that day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood? Dearest person, are you like me? Waiting for love to come and we will be buried together? Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose? Life grows wantonly, looking at endless sadness? Flowers bow their heads and sing, singing immortality? Memories of the place with Mansa Zhuhua must be blooming? Far away from the back of a teenager, embedded in tearful eyes? Love that no one wishes will not die because of it? Some people choose cowardice, others decide to be strong? Can the blue melancholy river wash away the past? Can someone stick to the ancient agreement? A weak excuse and follow-up ........................................................ The composer of "Confessions" is an American, and it is said that when it was written, it was the anniversary of his death. A seemingly ordinary religious atonement song led to thousands of suicides. Therefore, it was named "Devil's Song". ? Suicides are nothing more than the most devout believers. While confessing their crimes to God, they are more and more unbearable for their own retribution and punishment in the painful real life, so they choose to end their miserable lives. Christians? Believe in the existence of heaven, and accept God's recall gladly. In the song "Confessions", death is no longer terrible. The sooner it comes, the sooner it means liberation, and the believers can't wait to leave the hell on earth and ascend? The ideal heaven ...? At present, people can't understand the state of mind of countless souls who have passed away behind the Confessions. We can't end our lives one after another, not because we are open-minded. In the world with cold tears, evil still fills every corner around us, but we can't feel their existence, and the dark red heart has long been numb. Don't think how powerful you are. When you meet something out of the ordinary, your vulnerability will be infinitely magnified. )