| Song | Hell Written |
| Artist | Edge of Sanity |
| Album | Cryptic |
| 作曲 : Dread/Edge of Sanity | |
| [C.]I got hell, can't you see | |
| [1.] | I got hell, written all over me |
| Riding with the living dead | |
| I'm riding high | |
| I'm riding free, yeah | |
| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene | |
| So if you're riding with me, your riding damned, free from the grace of god | |
| [2.] | Demoneyes yeah deamonlife, see with my eyes and keep yours shut |
| We all have beasts that dwell within, and | |
| I have set mine free | |
| I've let loose my devil spree, to fill the emptiness in me | |
| I've sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? | |
| I've shaked his hand | |
| I sold my soul and then time takes its toll, forever | |
| [3.] | I stay damned[REPEAT C.] |
| Burning as | |
| I feel the flames getting higher, will | |
| I become a victim of my own desires | |
| Still I'm more then satisfied, with my life, yeah the life of the wild side | |
| As you carry on your pathetic existence, | |
| I'll be my own god and master | |
| And I'll keep on spitting on your beliefs, and | |
| [4.] | I'll keep laughing at your chosen one[REPEAT C. x3] |
| Riding with the living dead | |
| I'm riding high | |
| I'm riding free, yeah | |
| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene | |
| I've sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? | |
| I've shaked his hand | |
| I sold my soul to rock'n'roll, forever | |
| I stay damned[REPEAT C.] |
| zuò qǔ : Dread Edge of Sanity | |
| C. I got hell, can' t you see | |
| [1.] | I got hell, written all over me |
| Riding with the living dead | |
| I' m riding high | |
| I' m riding free, yeah | |
| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene | |
| So if you' re riding with me, your riding damned, free from the grace of god | |
| [2.] | Demoneyes yeah deamonlife, see with my eyes and keep yours shut |
| We all have beasts that dwell within, and | |
| I have set mine free | |
| I' ve let loose my devil spree, to fill the emptiness in me | |
| I' ve sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? | |
| I' ve shaked his hand | |
| I sold my soul and then time takes its toll, forever | |
| [3.] | I stay damned REPEAT C. |
| Burning as | |
| I feel the flames getting higher, will | |
| I become a victim of my own desires | |
| Still I' m more then satisfied, with my life, yeah the life of the wild side | |
| As you carry on your pathetic existence, | |
| I' ll be my own god and master | |
| And I' ll keep on spitting on your beliefs, and | |
| [4.] | I' ll keep laughing at your chosen one REPEAT C. x3 |
| Riding with the living dead | |
| I' m riding high | |
| I' m riding free, yeah | |
| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene | |
| I' ve sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? | |
| I' ve shaked his hand | |
| I sold my soul to rock' n' roll, forever | |
| I stay damned REPEAT C. |