| Song | The Pestilence |
| Artist | Kreator |
| Album | Terror Prevails - Live at Rock Hard Festival |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Petrozza | |
| Cemetery of | |
| Hades writhing flesh of death | |
| Skulls and bones are decaying | |
| Corpses, limbs and deadly carnage | |
| Massacre and crime is ruling | |
| The world is living in pain and sorrow | |
| The gods have stopped believing | |
| Survive or escape there is no chance | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| There must be a parasite in their brains | |
| Terror is their only aim | |
| Gods of war and fallen kingdoms | |
| Prayed for it in times of decay | |
| A curse of the unity of the undead | |
| Has reached the poisoned souls | |
| Middle ages time of the pestilence | |
| Cruelty of unreached thrones | |
| The pestilence | |
| The omen has hung over the world | |
| Since time has begun | |
| A scepter and a sword | |
| And endless signs of hate and desolation | |
| In minds and hearts in souls and brains | |
| There is only decaying | |
| A shame to those who lived by the rules | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| Worms and rats attack your brain | |
| You stare at the sun as you pray | |
| Pray for help but it's stupid 'cause you know | |
| There ain't no help for you | |
| Death draws near and you fear | |
| The smell of | |
| Armageddon | |
| But you've got no chance to escape | |
| You will die in hell | |
| Hear the screams of children around you | |
| No one cares about that crime | |
| Terror rules the decayed land | |
| The master is watching all the time |
| zuo ci : Petrozza | |
| Cemetery of | |
| Hades writhing flesh of death | |
| Skulls and bones are decaying | |
| Corpses, limbs and deadly carnage | |
| Massacre and crime is ruling | |
| The world is living in pain and sorrow | |
| The gods have stopped believing | |
| Survive or escape there is no chance | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| There must be a parasite in their brains | |
| Terror is their only aim | |
| Gods of war and fallen kingdoms | |
| Prayed for it in times of decay | |
| A curse of the unity of the undead | |
| Has reached the poisoned souls | |
| Middle ages time of the pestilence | |
| Cruelty of unreached thrones | |
| The pestilence | |
| The omen has hung over the world | |
| Since time has begun | |
| A scepter and a sword | |
| And endless signs of hate and desolation | |
| In minds and hearts in souls and brains | |
| There is only decaying | |
| A shame to those who lived by the rules | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| Worms and rats attack your brain | |
| You stare at the sun as you pray | |
| Pray for help but it' s stupid ' cause you know | |
| There ain' t no help for you | |
| Death draws near and you fear | |
| The smell of | |
| Armageddon | |
| But you' ve got no chance to escape | |
| You will die in hell | |
| Hear the screams of children around you | |
| No one cares about that crime | |
| Terror rules the decayed land | |
| The master is watching all the time |
| zuò cí : Petrozza | |
| Cemetery of | |
| Hades writhing flesh of death | |
| Skulls and bones are decaying | |
| Corpses, limbs and deadly carnage | |
| Massacre and crime is ruling | |
| The world is living in pain and sorrow | |
| The gods have stopped believing | |
| Survive or escape there is no chance | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| There must be a parasite in their brains | |
| Terror is their only aim | |
| Gods of war and fallen kingdoms | |
| Prayed for it in times of decay | |
| A curse of the unity of the undead | |
| Has reached the poisoned souls | |
| Middle ages time of the pestilence | |
| Cruelty of unreached thrones | |
| The pestilence | |
| The omen has hung over the world | |
| Since time has begun | |
| A scepter and a sword | |
| And endless signs of hate and desolation | |
| In minds and hearts in souls and brains | |
| There is only decaying | |
| A shame to those who lived by the rules | |
| Death of all cultures is near | |
| Worms and rats attack your brain | |
| You stare at the sun as you pray | |
| Pray for help but it' s stupid ' cause you know | |
| There ain' t no help for you | |
| Death draws near and you fear | |
| The smell of | |
| Armageddon | |
| But you' ve got no chance to escape | |
| You will die in hell | |
| Hear the screams of children around you | |
| No one cares about that crime | |
| Terror rules the decayed land | |
| The master is watching all the time |