| Song | Thy Art Is Endless **** |
| Artist | Horror Of Pestilence |
| Album | Calling To The King Of Black |
| 作曲 : Horror Of Pestilence | |
| 作词 : Horror Of Pestilence | |
| Appearance of flesh and filth, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless ****. | |
| confess isn’t necessary, | |
| I'll show you mercy reincarnation is truth eternity, | |
| slash your race, | |
| confess isn’t necessary, | |
| I'll show you mercy blood bath is truth eternity. | |
| Rapidly filling the blood with waste, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless ****. | |
| what are you believe, | |
| what we should believe, | |
| would you accepted lies is what we live in, | |
| don’t even bother to see clearly, | |
| already dragged through an endless agony. | |
| Appearance of flesh and filth, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless ****. | |
| no one actually sees, | |
| the lies we are life in, | |
| this is what you believe, | |
| kill your god. | |
| sweet dream my child, | |
| the pain is soon ended, | |
| death is new born | |
| that you should see. |
| zuò qǔ : Horror Of Pestilence | |
| zuò cí : Horror Of Pestilence | |
| Appearance of flesh and filth, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless . | |
| confess isn' t necessary, | |
| I' ll show you mercy reincarnation is truth eternity, | |
| slash your race, | |
| confess isn' t necessary, | |
| I' ll show you mercy blood bath is truth eternity. | |
| Rapidly filling the blood with waste, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless . | |
| what are you believe, | |
| what we should believe, | |
| would you accepted lies is what we live in, | |
| don' t even bother to see clearly, | |
| already dragged through an endless agony. | |
| Appearance of flesh and filth, | |
| we celebrate the human race, | |
| oh, father I spit on your face, | |
| thy art is endless . | |
| no one actually sees, | |
| the lies we are life in, | |
| this is what you believe, | |
| kill your god. | |
| sweet dream my child, | |
| the pain is soon ended, | |
| death is new born | |
| that you should see. |