| Song | Sepulchral Ghoul |
| Artist | Legion of the Damned |
| Album | Sons Of The Jackal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
| Pale shining full moon light | |
| A nocturnal summer breeze | |
| It is desecration night | |
| The scent of the waving sea | |
| Age old graveyard calls | |
| Black shadows drawing near | |
| The water hits the shores | |
| The tide it has now turned | |
| Ceremonial chant begins | |
| The casket breaks | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I crave the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love decay | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| In the catacombs below the gathering | |
| Is held for the desecrators praise | |
| Nothing left to be sacred | |
| Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
| Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
| Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
| Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
| Through the razorblade ritual | |
| Seeking the right corpse | |
| To mediate upon | |
| Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
| Soon the casket breaks | |
| I exhume the rotting corpse | |
| The skull is in my hands | |
| An I wipe away the dirt | |
| Seated on the corpse | |
| I smell the rancid flesh | |
| Shivers sent down my spine | |
| As I feel the cold of death | |
| The terror of the night | |
| On a lysergic high | |
| Catapults my mind | |
| Inducing visions from beyond | |
| Perception of reality fades | |
| Disintegration in the visions | |
| Dreamlike experience | |
| Of a horrifying kind | |
| The casket of the witch | |
| Her body long decayed | |
| A shrine to the damned | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| Walk among the graves | |
| The foulness from the pits | |
| From the caverns of your brain | |
| Relish in catharsis | |
| As the acid ****s your mind | |
| Transcending the mundane, | |
| The necroshaman bids, | |
| Welcome to the initiate | |
| Lysergic congregation, | |
| Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
| Moves into altered states | |
| From the darkest realms, | |
| Surges atavistic rage, | |
| The bestial manifests | |
| Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
| Bred in disordered times, | |
| Boil with primal hate | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| Reigns the desecrator's curse | |
| See the traces of destruction | |
| The tombstones that are smashed | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |
| zuo qu : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
| Pale shining full moon light | |
| A nocturnal summer breeze | |
| It is desecration night | |
| The scent of the waving sea | |
| Age old graveyard calls | |
| Black shadows drawing near | |
| The water hits the shores | |
| The tide it has now turned | |
| Ceremonial chant begins | |
| The casket breaks | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I crave the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love decay | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| In the catacombs below the gathering | |
| Is held for the desecrators praise | |
| Nothing left to be sacred | |
| Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
| Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
| Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
| Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
| Through the razorblade ritual | |
| Seeking the right corpse | |
| To mediate upon | |
| Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
| Soon the casket breaks | |
| I exhume the rotting corpse | |
| The skull is in my hands | |
| An I wipe away the dirt | |
| Seated on the corpse | |
| I smell the rancid flesh | |
| Shivers sent down my spine | |
| As I feel the cold of death | |
| The terror of the night | |
| On a lysergic high | |
| Catapults my mind | |
| Inducing visions from beyond | |
| Perception of reality fades | |
| Disintegration in the visions | |
| Dreamlike experience | |
| Of a horrifying kind | |
| The casket of the witch | |
| Her body long decayed | |
| A shrine to the damned | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| Walk among the graves | |
| The foulness from the pits | |
| From the caverns of your brain | |
| Relish in catharsis | |
| As the acid s your mind | |
| Transcending the mundane, | |
| The necroshaman bids, | |
| Welcome to the initiate | |
| Lysergic congregation, | |
| Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
| Moves into altered states | |
| From the darkest realms, | |
| Surges atavistic rage, | |
| The bestial manifests | |
| Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
| Bred in disordered times, | |
| Boil with primal hate | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| Reigns the desecrator' s curse | |
| See the traces of destruction | |
| The tombstones that are smashed | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |
| zuò qǔ : Legion Of The Damned ... | |
| Pale shining full moon light | |
| A nocturnal summer breeze | |
| It is desecration night | |
| The scent of the waving sea | |
| Age old graveyard calls | |
| Black shadows drawing near | |
| The water hits the shores | |
| The tide it has now turned | |
| Ceremonial chant begins | |
| The casket breaks | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I crave the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love decay | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul | |
| In the catacombs below the gathering | |
| Is held for the desecrators praise | |
| Nothing left to be sacred | |
| Embrace the inverted law in profanation raised | |
| Seven radiating towers seven subterranean | |
| Streams the peacock angel reigns | |
| Desolating the disciple in order to liberate | |
| Through the razorblade ritual | |
| Seeking the right corpse | |
| To mediate upon | |
| Soon the shovel hits the earth | |
| Soon the casket breaks | |
| I exhume the rotting corpse | |
| The skull is in my hands | |
| An I wipe away the dirt | |
| Seated on the corpse | |
| I smell the rancid flesh | |
| Shivers sent down my spine | |
| As I feel the cold of death | |
| The terror of the night | |
| On a lysergic high | |
| Catapults my mind | |
| Inducing visions from beyond | |
| Perception of reality fades | |
| Disintegration in the visions | |
| Dreamlike experience | |
| Of a horrifying kind | |
| The casket of the witch | |
| Her body long decayed | |
| A shrine to the damned | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| Walk among the graves | |
| The foulness from the pits | |
| From the caverns of your brain | |
| Relish in catharsis | |
| As the acid s your mind | |
| Transcending the mundane, | |
| The necroshaman bids, | |
| Welcome to the initiate | |
| Lysergic congregation, | |
| Drunk on Dionysian wine, | |
| Moves into altered states | |
| From the darkest realms, | |
| Surges atavistic rage, | |
| The bestial manifests | |
| Wolfhounds of the Apocalypse, | |
| Bred in disordered times, | |
| Boil with primal hate | |
| Prayers sung in reverse | |
| Homage to the concubine | |
| Reigns the desecrator' s curse | |
| See the traces of destruction | |
| The tombstones that are smashed | |
| The angel burns in a thousand flames | |
| I love the rot | |
| The curse of the sepulchral ghoul |