| 作词 : Maurice Ponta | |
| 作曲 : Maurice Ponta | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Pace up and down the land of dream | |
| And sing the beast is praise | |
| Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
| Lunatic all-seeing eyes | |
| Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
| A reverse paradise | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| You seem to creep across the sky | |
| Seven mighty suns to raise | |
| Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
| You get bogged down in lies | |
| In the aftermath of your streak | |
| the great old ones will rise | |
| Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
| Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
| Messiah of the barren days | |
| Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
| Servant and deceptive | |
| Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
| The final aggresive | |
| Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
| Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |
| zuo ci : Maurice Ponta | |
| zuo qu : Maurice Ponta | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Pace up and down the land of dream | |
| And sing the beast is praise | |
| Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
| Lunatic allseeing eyes | |
| Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
| A reverse paradise | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| You seem to creep across the sky | |
| Seven mighty suns to raise | |
| Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
| You get bogged down in lies | |
| In the aftermath of your streak | |
| the great old ones will rise | |
| Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
| Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
| Messiah of the barren days | |
| Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
| Servant and deceptive | |
| Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
| The final aggresive | |
| Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
| Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |
| zuò cí : Maurice Ponta | |
| zuò qǔ : Maurice Ponta | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Pace up and down the land of dream | |
| And sing the beast is praise | |
| Spiralling worm, destroyer of light | |
| Lunatic allseeing eyes | |
| Your fury is tearing the dawn | |
| A reverse paradise | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| You seem to creep across the sky | |
| Seven mighty suns to raise | |
| Abhorrent one, screams of a nightmare | |
| You get bogged down in lies | |
| In the aftermath of your streak | |
| the great old ones will rise | |
| Awake by gazing into the shining trapezohedron | |
| Tentacled monster dwelling in the steeple of the starry wisdom | |
| Swarthy, slender, sinister | |
| God of the bloody tongue | |
| Enact the will of the Outer Gods | |
| Messiah of the barren days | |
| Bringer of pests, you are the venom | |
| Servant and deceptive | |
| Your black arts will rotting our flesh | |
| The final aggresive | |
| Give us the final keys to unlock the atomic era | |
| Unwittingly ushering in the time of their own nausea |