| Song | Four Earths |
| Artist | Shai Hulud |
| Album | Misanthropy Pure |
| 作曲 : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
| One scorched | |
| Three burning | |
| Worlds given to hell | |
| And man is helpless amongst the cinders | |
| How lightly we tread | |
| Today is the tomorrow that was never to come | |
| Scourge of six thousand years | |
| Under duress of the hook and pull | |
| With bones from and to the dust | |
| Sod retakes it's claim | |
| Transience is lost | |
| And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own | |
| They reap amends | |
| The stench of tresses on hot coals | |
| Hooves of flames trample man into the embers | |
| The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse | |
| Dare you cry for the gods | |
| Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres | |
| The spheres make so your fate | |
| Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes | |
| We grow weary fro the searing heat | |
| Disturb no this sleep | |
| Distort not this placid sea | |
| This is the hour of extinction | |
| A respite in the shedding of the weight of life | |
| Life ebbing away | |
| One scorched | |
| Three burning | |
| Worlds given to hell | |
| And man is reduced to cinders | |
| How lightly we tread | |
| Never regenerate | |
| We ashen sisters | |
| Restore and melt again | |
| The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly | |
| This is the uncreation of man | |
| Mothers | |
| How will we breathe |
| zuò qǔ : Fletcher, Fox, Gormley ... | |
| One scorched | |
| Three burning | |
| Worlds given to hell | |
| And man is helpless amongst the cinders | |
| How lightly we tread | |
| Today is the tomorrow that was never to come | |
| Scourge of six thousand years | |
| Under duress of the hook and pull | |
| With bones from and to the dust | |
| Sod retakes it' s claim | |
| Transience is lost | |
| And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own | |
| They reap amends | |
| The stench of tresses on hot coals | |
| Hooves of flames trample man into the embers | |
| The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse | |
| Dare you cry for the gods | |
| Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres | |
| The spheres make so your fate | |
| Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes | |
| We grow weary fro the searing heat | |
| Disturb no this sleep | |
| Distort not this placid sea | |
| This is the hour of extinction | |
| A respite in the shedding of the weight of life | |
| Life ebbing away | |
| One scorched | |
| Three burning | |
| Worlds given to hell | |
| And man is reduced to cinders | |
| How lightly we tread | |
| Never regenerate | |
| We ashen sisters | |
| Restore and melt again | |
| The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly | |
| This is the uncreation of man | |
| Mothers | |
| How will we breathe |