| Song | Martyr of the Soil |
| Artist | Ulcerate |
| Album | Of Fracture and Failure |
| 作曲 : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Here we exist upon the cliff tops | |
| Exhausted and empty | |
| Sneering into the darkness below | |
| Wet palms, coppery and thick | |
| Lines of red to mark our progress | |
| But to what end? | |
| We are a part of this plague | |
| Unclean and nai"ve | |
| We climb upon the cross | |
| To be crowned? | |
| This will deaden all but the brightest lights | |
| And I personify the black | |
| I am despair | |
| The futility and the frustration | |
| These two hands make liars of us all | |
| Denial and disaster are mine | |
| Step up to the gallows, defeated and lost | |
| Fall away | |
| Resign yourself to this faithless leap | |
| For there can be no half measures | |
| And the noose is already around our necks | |
| Jerk awake with the revelation | |
| And dangle above the maggots | |
| The twine exists as the separator | |
| Through suffocation and sodden eyes | |
| She will not hold |
| zuò qǔ : Read, Ulcerate | |
| Here we exist upon the cliff tops | |
| Exhausted and empty | |
| Sneering into the darkness below | |
| Wet palms, coppery and thick | |
| Lines of red to mark our progress | |
| But to what end? | |
| We are a part of this plague | |
| Unclean and nai" ve | |
| We climb upon the cross | |
| To be crowned? | |
| This will deaden all but the brightest lights | |
| And I personify the black | |
| I am despair | |
| The futility and the frustration | |
| These two hands make liars of us all | |
| Denial and disaster are mine | |
| Step up to the gallows, defeated and lost | |
| Fall away | |
| Resign yourself to this faithless leap | |
| For there can be no half measures | |
| And the noose is already around our necks | |
| Jerk awake with the revelation | |
| And dangle above the maggots | |
| The twine exists as the separator | |
| Through suffocation and sodden eyes | |
| She will not hold |