| Song | Wicked Mystic |
| Artist | Annihilator |
| Album | Live at Masters of Rock |
| 作词 : Waters, Weil | |
| All throughout the centuries, existing year to year | |
| Lives on the powerful entity to thrive on pain and fear | |
| A derelict of heavenly Gods, a feeling from within | |
| Weakened minds are perfect prey, corrosion will begin | |
| Chorus: | |
| Some won't fight, the battle is forsaken | |
| Show no might, the dark side has awakened | |
| Even in the holiest the curious can be found | |
| Their wonderment is dangerous as virtue is but bound | |
| Moral codes broken | |
| What's the sin that lurks within, the burning emotion of hatred | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Wicked Mystic | |
| Hatred lurks in all of us, no one is exempt | |
| It's proof of evil in our souls, is this the tempter's intent | |
| A derelict of heavenly Gods, a feeling from within | |
| Weak minds are perfect prey for corrosion to begin | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Wicked Mystic | |
| Wicked Mystic, Mystic | |
| Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade | |
| Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end | |
| You and I are making a private legend | |
| We've got the hunger, got the thirst | |
| You want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back | |
| Chorus: | |
| Tongue licks sweet parade | |
| Animal lust, and it burns like a buzzsaw blade | |
| Drippin' wet, we laugh at this charade | |
| Screams of love in the air tonight | |
| and it burns like a buzzsaw blade | |
| Gratification, do you want some more | |
| On the bed, entangled on the floor | |
| Feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn | |
| Tease and please, humility is gone | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end | |
| You and I are making a private legend | |
| Feel my eyes burn, feel everything | |
| On my knees, but I reign as your king | |
| Repeat Chorus |
| zuò cí : Waters, Weil | |
| All throughout the centuries, existing year to year | |
| Lives on the powerful entity to thrive on pain and fear | |
| A derelict of heavenly Gods, a feeling from within | |
| Weakened minds are perfect prey, corrosion will begin | |
| Chorus: | |
| Some won' t fight, the battle is forsaken | |
| Show no might, the dark side has awakened | |
| Even in the holiest the curious can be found | |
| Their wonderment is dangerous as virtue is but bound | |
| Moral codes broken | |
| What' s the sin that lurks within, the burning emotion of hatred | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Wicked Mystic | |
| Hatred lurks in all of us, no one is exempt | |
| It' s proof of evil in our souls, is this the tempter' s intent | |
| A derelict of heavenly Gods, a feeling from within | |
| Weak minds are perfect prey for corrosion to begin | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Wicked Mystic | |
| Wicked Mystic, Mystic | |
| Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade | |
| Excess perversion, and we' ll never let it end | |
| You and I are making a private legend | |
| We' ve got the hunger, got the thirst | |
| You want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back | |
| Chorus: | |
| Tongue licks sweet parade | |
| Animal lust, and it burns like a buzzsaw blade | |
| Drippin' wet, we laugh at this charade | |
| Screams of love in the air tonight | |
| and it burns like a buzzsaw blade | |
| Gratification, do you want some more | |
| On the bed, entangled on the floor | |
| Feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn | |
| Tease and please, humility is gone | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Excess perversion, and we' ll never let it end | |
| You and I are making a private legend | |
| Feel my eyes burn, feel everything | |
| On my knees, but I reign as your king | |
| Repeat Chorus |