| Song | These Fields Are Lurking (Seven Pairs of Demon Eyes) |
| Artist | Carach Angren |
| Album | Where The Corpses Sink Forever |
| [00:00.00] | Written by：Clemens Wijers/Dennis Droomers/Ivo Wijers |
| [01:12.00] | There he lies haunted beated tortured hanged and eaten |
| [01:18.00] | Encunbered by the past of these seven apparitions |
| [01:22.00] | Where am i did I just die no one sight |
| [01:28.30] | Scanning his surrounding for where they might lie |
| [01:35.00] | The prisoners one by one left him traumatized |
| [01:44.00] | Now only seven empty stakes pierce a blood sky |
| [02:09.00] | He run but stumbles tries to crawl to flee from these macrabe scene |
| [02:18.00] | With broken bones blind and shocked can't comprehead what he has seen |
| [02:29.00] | The wet earth tremble and war winds howl like Wehrmacht wolves on hungry prowl |
| [02:35.00] | These fields are more than I can see I cannot take this |
| [02:39.40] | These fields are lurking as black hail falls like ashen blades |
| [02:44.46] | These fields are closing in to bury him frozen spades |
| [02:51.00] | On bitter taste of blood he gags |
| [02:55.00] | Dragging on with broken legs to break loose from horrid stench of burning live and burning flags |
| [03:06.00] | With elbow through the mud he drags himself forward forward |
| [03:12.00] | I shall escape this plot I must I will“ |
| [03:15.00] | The winds lie down and the earth stand still |
| [03:19.00] | Black hail fire sting no more dear lord above did“ |
| [03:23.00] | I escape that hellish place of gore“ |
| [03:30.00] | No！ |
| [03:34.00] | He ends up where it all began |
| [03:38.00] | Seven pair of demon eyes |
| [03:42.00] | Seven fearsome demon smiles |
| [03:43.00] | Trapped in a paranormal chain |
| [03:47.00] | Bound to suffer endless warfare torture fear and pain |
| [04:10.10] | So ends this tale of fates aligned |
| [04:14.00] | Aprophecy of war entwind into bloody knots that won't unwind |
| [04:19.00] | This omimous recording is all that's left behind |
| [04:31.10] | Sunday October third 6pm rain(1943年) |
| [00:00.00] | Written by: Clemens Wijers Dennis Droomers Ivo Wijers |
| [01:12.00] | There he lies haunted beated tortured hanged and eaten |
| [01:18.00] | Encunbered by the past of these seven apparitions |
| [01:22.00] | Where am i did I just die no one sight |
| [01:28.30] | Scanning his surrounding for where they might lie |
| [01:35.00] | The prisoners one by one left him traumatized |
| [01:44.00] | Now only seven empty stakes pierce a blood sky |
| [02:09.00] | He run but stumbles tries to crawl to flee from these macrabe scene |
| [02:18.00] | With broken bones blind and shocked can' t comprehead what he has seen |
| [02:29.00] | The wet earth tremble and war winds howl like Wehrmacht wolves on hungry prowl |
| [02:35.00] | These fields are more than I can see I cannot take this |
| [02:39.40] | These fields are lurking as black hail falls like ashen blades |
| [02:44.46] | These fields are closing in to bury him frozen spades |
| [02:51.00] | On bitter taste of blood he gags |
| [02:55.00] | Dragging on with broken legs to break loose from horrid stench of burning live and burning flags |
| [03:06.00] | With elbow through the mud he drags himself forward forward |
| [03:12.00] | I shall escape this plot I must I will" |
| [03:15.00] | The winds lie down and the earth stand still |
| [03:19.00] | Black hail fire sting no more dear lord above did" |
| [03:23.00] | I escape that hellish place of gore" |
| [03:30.00] | No! |
| [03:34.00] | He ends up where it all began |
| [03:38.00] | Seven pair of demon eyes |
| [03:42.00] | Seven fearsome demon smiles |
| [03:43.00] | Trapped in a paranormal chain |
| [03:47.00] | Bound to suffer endless warfare torture fear and pain |
| [04:10.10] | So ends this tale of fates aligned |
| [04:14.00] | Aprophecy of war entwind into bloody knots that won' t unwind |
| [04:19.00] | This omimous recording is all that' s left behind |
| [04:31.10] | Sunday October third 6pm rain 1943 nián |