| Song | Spirit crusher |
| Artist | Death |
| Album | Live in L.A. Death & Raw |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Schuldiner | |
| It comes from the depths | |
| Of a place unknown | |
| To the keeper of dreams | |
| If it could then it would | |
| Steal the sun and the moon from the sky | |
| Beware | |
| Human at sight, monster at heart | |
| Don't let it inside | |
| It could tear you right apart | |
| No guilt, it feeds in plain sight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Stay strong and hold on tight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Speaking in killing words | |
| The vicious kind that crush and kill | |
| No mercy, its pleasure | |
| To taste the blood that it bled | |
| When it's time to feed to fulfill | |
| The need to consume a breath | |
| Some will rise standing tall | |
| Breathing out all the breath | |
| From the voice of a soul |
| zuo ci : Schuldiner | |
| It comes from the depths | |
| Of a place unknown | |
| To the keeper of dreams | |
| If it could then it would | |
| Steal the sun and the moon from the sky | |
| Beware | |
| Human at sight, monster at heart | |
| Don' t let it inside | |
| It could tear you right apart | |
| No guilt, it feeds in plain sight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Stay strong and hold on tight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Speaking in killing words | |
| The vicious kind that crush and kill | |
| No mercy, its pleasure | |
| To taste the blood that it bled | |
| When it' s time to feed to fulfill | |
| The need to consume a breath | |
| Some will rise standing tall | |
| Breathing out all the breath | |
| From the voice of a soul |
| zuò cí : Schuldiner | |
| It comes from the depths | |
| Of a place unknown | |
| To the keeper of dreams | |
| If it could then it would | |
| Steal the sun and the moon from the sky | |
| Beware | |
| Human at sight, monster at heart | |
| Don' t let it inside | |
| It could tear you right apart | |
| No guilt, it feeds in plain sight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Stay strong and hold on tight | |
| Spirit crusher | |
| Speaking in killing words | |
| The vicious kind that crush and kill | |
| No mercy, its pleasure | |
| To taste the blood that it bled | |
| When it' s time to feed to fulfill | |
| The need to consume a breath | |
| Some will rise standing tall | |
| Breathing out all the breath | |
| From the voice of a soul |