| Song | Tleilaxu (The Unborn Child) |
| Artist | Varathron |
| Album | Walpurgisnacht |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Varathron | |
| Nature had taken the face of fear | |
| Terror is painted around | |
| Whispers and screams of pain | |
| Are hovering in the night. | |
| The high priests are prepearing | |
| This surifice must be done | |
| Full-moon is approaching | |
| Red virgin-blood will be spiled. | |
| Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
| The unborn child is coming | |
| With the hordes of evil | |
| With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
| You're faithful servant | |
| He's the chosen one | |
| The silence cry drives you mad | |
| The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
| The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
| Waiting for the secret day | |
| It ain't going to be late | |
| Ruins and destruction turn around | |
| Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
| The great celebration is beginning (The unborn child is coming) | |
| Look the sights of time... |
| zuo qu : Varathron | |
| Nature had taken the face of fear | |
| Terror is painted around | |
| Whispers and screams of pain | |
| Are hovering in the night. | |
| The high priests are prepearing | |
| This surifice must be done | |
| Fullmoon is approaching | |
| Red virginblood will be spiled. | |
| Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
| The unborn child is coming | |
| With the hordes of evil | |
| With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
| You' re faithful servant | |
| He' s the chosen one | |
| The silence cry drives you mad | |
| The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
| The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
| Waiting for the secret day | |
| It ain' t going to be late | |
| Ruins and destruction turn around | |
| Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
| The great celebration is beginning The unborn child is coming | |
| Look the sights of time... |
| zuò qǔ : Varathron | |
| Nature had taken the face of fear | |
| Terror is painted around | |
| Whispers and screams of pain | |
| Are hovering in the night. | |
| The high priests are prepearing | |
| This surifice must be done | |
| Fullmoon is approaching | |
| Red virginblood will be spiled. | |
| Tou are prepearing for the great moment | |
| The unborn child is coming | |
| With the hordes of evil | |
| With absolute hate and obscure eyes. | |
| You' re faithful servant | |
| He' s the chosen one | |
| The silence cry drives you mad | |
| The whispers are drilling your mind. | |
| The mystic gathering from the faithful priest | |
| Waiting for the secret day | |
| It ain' t going to be late | |
| Ruins and destruction turn around | |
| Your tears are rolling the black cloak | |
| The great celebration is beginning The unborn child is coming | |
| Look the sights of time... |