| Song | The Betrayers |
| Artist | A Plea for Purging |
| Album | Quick Is the Word; Steady Is the Action |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We are betrayers of perfection | |
| Love spoken from these lips means nothing | |
| All eyes on me | |
| Looking left from right | |
| Pulling poison from petals | |
| Crimson roses corrode | |
| Murder meadow | |
| Death fills your harvest | |
| In fields of blood | |
| Your betrayals stretch for miles | |
| Oh how my hands do shake | |
| Stretched out to receive | |
| The coins sing, as they hit the ground | |
| Oh, how the silver shines in our eyes | |
| We are betrayers of perfection |