| Song | Devour the Living |
| Artist | Thanatos |
| Album | Undead. Unholy. Undivine. |
| 作曲 : Gebédi | |
| Burn...brothers...burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
| Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire... | |
| Burn...brothers...burn..., The dead have returned | |
| All living souls we despise, Rise...corpses...rise... | |
| The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known | |
| No chance of survival, no matter where you go | |
| You're destined to be butchered, your body left to rot | |
| No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god | |
| I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies | |
| As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me | |
| Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn't make it | |
| Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole | |
| Burn...brothers...burn...The dead have returned | |
| Mildewed organs, white moulded meat | |
| Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed | |
| My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest | |
| A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh | |
| I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside | |
| Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out | |
| Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth | |
| I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I'm going down | |
| Burn...brothers...burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
| Burn...brothers...burn..., The dead have returned | |
| All living souls we despise, Rise...corpses...rise... |
| zuò qǔ : Gebé di | |
| Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
| Build your funeral pyres, We belong in fire... | |
| Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
| All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... | |
| The darkest day of horror, the world has ever known | |
| No chance of survival, no matter where you go | |
| You' re destined to be butchered, your body left to rot | |
| No sanctuary for you, so stop praying to your god | |
| I inhale the nauseating stench of rotting bodies | |
| As I climb this wall of corpses, piled up in front of me | |
| Forced to feed on the remains of the ones that didn' t make it | |
| Eating my way out of this godforsaken hole | |
| Burn... brothers... burn... The dead have returned | |
| Mildewed organs, white moulded meat | |
| Clotted body juices, voraciously consumed | |
| My stomach is resistant, my heart beats through my chest | |
| A trail of burning acid cuts deep into my flesh | |
| I feel my powers decline, rotting from the inside | |
| Gastric juices boiling, searching a way out | |
| Vomit leaves my anus, shit runs from my mouth | |
| I prepare for putrefaction, I feel I' m going down | |
| Burn... brothers... burn... Beyond the point of no return | |
| Burn... brothers... burn..., The dead have returned | |
| All living souls we despise, Rise... corpses... rise... |