| Song | Finger of Scorn |
| Artist | Cirith Ungol |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lindstrom | |
| To see what lies beyond our sight... | |
| The secrets robed in blackest night... | |
| The things we dream but never see... | |
| Caged and blinded by the | |
| Beast... From age to age it stalked the earth | |
| The apish scum of evil birth | |
| Up from slime it has seen man crawl | |
| It waits to see our final fall | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to us all | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to our fall | |
| Black idols lie beneath the sea | |
| They hold the secret to our destiny | |
| The ancient tales are left to die | |
| And leave mankind to wonder why | |
| The Beast will rule the hearts of men ' | |
| Till mankind falls to ape again | |
| And when our souls are stripped and torn | |
| Still we face the | |
| Finger of | |
| Scorn |
| zuo qu : Lindstrom | |
| To see what lies beyond our sight... | |
| The secrets robed in blackest night... | |
| The things we dream but never see... | |
| Caged and blinded by the | |
| Beast... From age to age it stalked the earth | |
| The apish scum of evil birth | |
| Up from slime it has seen man crawl | |
| It waits to see our final fall | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to us all | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to our fall | |
| Black idols lie beneath the sea | |
| They hold the secret to our destiny | |
| The ancient tales are left to die | |
| And leave mankind to wonder why | |
| The Beast will rule the hearts of men ' | |
| Till mankind falls to ape again | |
| And when our souls are stripped and torn | |
| Still we face the | |
| Finger of | |
| Scorn |
| zuò qǔ : Lindstrom | |
| To see what lies beyond our sight... | |
| The secrets robed in blackest night... | |
| The things we dream but never see... | |
| Caged and blinded by the | |
| Beast... From age to age it stalked the earth | |
| The apish scum of evil birth | |
| Up from slime it has seen man crawl | |
| It waits to see our final fall | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to us all | |
| The Finger of | |
| Scorn, it points to our fall | |
| Black idols lie beneath the sea | |
| They hold the secret to our destiny | |
| The ancient tales are left to die | |
| And leave mankind to wonder why | |
| The Beast will rule the hearts of men ' | |
| Till mankind falls to ape again | |
| And when our souls are stripped and torn | |
| Still we face the | |
| Finger of | |
| Scorn |