| Song | Spit Forth the Dead |
| Artist | Benediction |
| Album | Subconscious Terror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Benediction, Greenway | |
| Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
| Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
| A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
| Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
| To now release agonized souls. | |
| Spit forth the dead! | |
| Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
| Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
| Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
| Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
| Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
| Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
| Each united in their cause, yet of it's ground. | |
| Ground mates unaware. | |
| Now the dead govern the earth. | |
| All resistance to them crushed. | |
| Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
| Wipeout! |
| zuo ci : Benediction, Greenway | |
| Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
| Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
| A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
| Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
| To now release agonized souls. | |
| Spit forth the dead! | |
| Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
| Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
| Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
| Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
| Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
| Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
| Each united in their cause, yet of it' s ground. | |
| Ground mates unaware. | |
| Now the dead govern the earth. | |
| All resistance to them crushed. | |
| Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
| Wipeout! |
| zuò cí : Benediction, Greenway | |
| Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth. | |
| Seeping through cracks to foul the air above. | |
| A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal. | |
| Concocted since the dawn of time. | |
| To now release agonized souls. | |
| Spit forth the dead! | |
| Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth. | |
| Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemetaries in a blanket of dust. | |
| Fertalizing the infertile from six feet under. | |
| Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay. | |
| Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day. | |
| Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air. | |
| Each united in their cause, yet of it' s ground. | |
| Ground mates unaware. | |
| Now the dead govern the earth. | |
| All resistance to them crushed. | |
| Life is now minority, the world another hell. | |
| Wipeout! |