| Song | The Scourger |
| Artist | Tarot |
| Album | For the Glory of Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hietala, Tarot | |
| I've seen the marvels of the molten flesh | |
| I've smelt the wired nerves burn | |
| I've been at the barriers of endless time | |
| I've felt the knives of pleasure turn the bloodless wounds pulsing with energy crack myself open, | |
| I'll have to set it free in me... the scourger there are things | |
| I never thought | |
| I would see the shredded one will say all right? the scourger the better me fell to the blight, | |
| I was cursed anyway | |
| I've ripped my nails climbing the razorwalls | |
| I've grown new ones of steel | |
| I've skipped the conscience and it's nagging calls | |
| I've thrown over th unreal the third eye, the lizard mind cries victory split myself open, | |
| I'll have to set it free. |
| zuo qu : Hietala, Tarot | |
| I' ve seen the marvels of the molten flesh | |
| I' ve smelt the wired nerves burn | |
| I' ve been at the barriers of endless time | |
| I' ve felt the knives of pleasure turn the bloodless wounds pulsing with energy crack myself open, | |
| I' ll have to set it free in me... the scourger there are things | |
| I never thought | |
| I would see the shredded one will say all right? the scourger the better me fell to the blight, | |
| I was cursed anyway | |
| I' ve ripped my nails climbing the razorwalls | |
| I' ve grown new ones of steel | |
| I' ve skipped the conscience and it' s nagging calls | |
| I' ve thrown over th unreal the third eye, the lizard mind cries victory split myself open, | |
| I' ll have to set it free. |
| zuò qǔ : Hietala, Tarot | |
| I' ve seen the marvels of the molten flesh | |
| I' ve smelt the wired nerves burn | |
| I' ve been at the barriers of endless time | |
| I' ve felt the knives of pleasure turn the bloodless wounds pulsing with energy crack myself open, | |
| I' ll have to set it free in me... the scourger there are things | |
| I never thought | |
| I would see the shredded one will say all right? the scourger the better me fell to the blight, | |
| I was cursed anyway | |
| I' ve ripped my nails climbing the razorwalls | |
| I' ve grown new ones of steel | |
| I' ve skipped the conscience and it' s nagging calls | |
| I' ve thrown over th unreal the third eye, the lizard mind cries victory split myself open, | |
| I' ll have to set it free. |