| Song | Master of the Pit |
| Artist | Cirith Ungol |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cirith Ungol | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Violently stirring their brew of corruption | |
| Lords of the dark summon certain destruction | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the one who calls you slave | |
| With the hearts and tongues of the | |
| Gods in their hands | |
| The Legions of | |
| Hell bellow forth their commands | |
| Bow down and kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Though the powers of | |
| Chaos are those you abide | |
| You raise your sword to cast him aside | |
| You know there is no escape | |
| When you see your sword in flames | |
| As the hellrains pound the darkening land | |
| Man and sword begin their last stand | |
| You know you'll never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Feverish prayers of life ever after | |
| As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the | |
| Master |
| zuo qu : Cirith Ungol | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Violently stirring their brew of corruption | |
| Lords of the dark summon certain destruction | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the one who calls you slave | |
| With the hearts and tongues of the | |
| Gods in their hands | |
| The Legions of | |
| Hell bellow forth their commands | |
| Bow down and kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Though the powers of | |
| Chaos are those you abide | |
| You raise your sword to cast him aside | |
| You know there is no escape | |
| When you see your sword in flames | |
| As the hellrains pound the darkening land | |
| Man and sword begin their last stand | |
| You know you' ll never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Feverish prayers of life ever after | |
| As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the | |
| Master |
| zuò qǔ : Cirith Ungol | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Violently stirring their brew of corruption | |
| Lords of the dark summon certain destruction | |
| Pray you never kneel | |
| To the one who calls you slave | |
| With the hearts and tongues of the | |
| Gods in their hands | |
| The Legions of | |
| Hell bellow forth their commands | |
| Bow down and kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Though the powers of | |
| Chaos are those you abide | |
| You raise your sword to cast him aside | |
| You know there is no escape | |
| When you see your sword in flames | |
| As the hellrains pound the darkening land | |
| Man and sword begin their last stand | |
| You know you' ll never kneel | |
| To the Master of the | |
| Pit Feverish prayers of life ever after | |
| As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the | |
| Master |