The composer of Confessions is an American. It is said that it was the anniversary of his death when he wrote it. A seemingly ordinary religious atonement song led to thousands of suicides. Therefore, it was named "Song of the Devil". Suicide is nothing more than the most devout believers. While confessing their crimes to God, they became more and more unbearable to their retribution and punishment in painful real life, so they chose to end their miserable lives. Christians believe in the existence of heaven and are more willing to accept God's recall. In the song Confessions, death is no longer terrible. The sooner you come, the sooner it means liberation. Christians can't wait to leave the hell on earth and ascend to the ideal heaven ... Nowadays, people can't understand the feelings of countless people who have lost their souls behind the "confession". We can't end our lives one by one, not because we are open-minded. In this tearful world, sin still fills every corner around us, but. Because this song caused too many deaths, it has been banned now. It, Black Sunday and the thirteenth pair of eyes are called the Three Devil's Songs.

Confession lyrics

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.

Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.

The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window.

The shadow of dead branches shone on her face as pure as a girl.

Her sad voice sang with the dead.

Honey, do you remember me?

Are you always sad the night I was buried?

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The broken arm of the statue in the distance is hidden aside.

That's the fantasy of the goddess. Use the middle finger to indicate the direction.

Little red flowers bloom around her, which is heaven.

Ahead is an abyss and a river.

Blood-like rivers irrigate bloodthirsty desires.

That's the queen's soup plate, which contains spoiled thick soup.

She would break the flower's neck and ask if it was sad.

Love from afar, do you still remember me?

Are you always sad when I bleed?

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The sun and the moon rise and set brightly, but I can only see the moon.

She has an addictive taste, rich blood red and silvery white fragrance.

The queen whispered that a flower with a broken neck was lying at her feet.

They like to hide in cold places near dead trees in the abyss.

Listen to the secret voice of underground blood every dead night.

They like strange songs, just like the songs of the dead.

Is it extravagant revenge or sparse despair?

Distant lover, do you still remember my appearance?

Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral?

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

The flowers there are growing quietly.

If there is no quiet moonlight, how can it be so cool?

The dilapidated grassland smells of decay.

The beautiful spirit wandered in the palace in secret.

They are also wondering who is sad with memories.

Fujiman's lush entanglement hides his desire for revenge.

Wait for this day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood.

Dear, are you like me?

Waiting for love to come, we will be buried together.

Smelling blood, I found the rest house.

Life grows wantonly