| Song | Prime Evil Renaissance |
| Artist | Satyricon |
| Album | Rebel Extravaganza |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Satyricon | |
| He would kill the whitedraped men | |
| He would kill all holly men | |
| He would kill the powers in controlto waste these jokers in this pathetic game | |
| He would choke the sleaze pig | |
| He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff | |
| He would crush all organs of speechto start the process of renewal | |
| He would avenge the dead | |
| He would crave divine protection | |
| He would sing the songs of darknessto call upon it to manifest | |
| He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost | |
| He would rape its virtue | |
| He would disable its ways of hurting himto give him that advantage | |
| This would be the way of the misanthropein order to create you must destroy | |
| We would greet the nuclear morning mist | |
| We would smile at all life dying | |
| We would cherish each and every momentand celebrate the return of | |
| SinWe would bow to the planet's | |
| Iconoclastwe would march under the flag of | |
| Dominion and | |
| Hatewe would burn all conspiratorsand their works with'em | |
| We would reveal the only truthwe would make them really sorrywe would show them | |
| Sovereignty in true fashionand then be a reflection of their loss | |
| We would soak up the last joys of our liveswe would | |
| Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last gloryand hope for blessing to come |
| zuo ci : Satyricon | |
| He would kill the whitedraped men | |
| He would kill all holly men | |
| He would kill the powers in controlto waste these jokers in this pathetic game | |
| He would choke the sleaze pig | |
| He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff | |
| He would crush all organs of speechto start the process of renewal | |
| He would avenge the dead | |
| He would crave divine protection | |
| He would sing the songs of darknessto call upon it to manifest | |
| He would " mirror" himself in the tundra frost | |
| He would rape its virtue | |
| He would disable its ways of hurting himto give him that advantage | |
| This would be the way of the misanthropein order to create you must destroy | |
| We would greet the nuclear morning mist | |
| We would smile at all life dying | |
| We would cherish each and every momentand celebrate the return of | |
| SinWe would bow to the planet' s | |
| Iconoclastwe would march under the flag of | |
| Dominion and | |
| Hatewe would burn all conspiratorsand their works with' em | |
| We would reveal the only truthwe would make them really sorrywe would show them | |
| Sovereignty in true fashionand then be a reflection of their loss | |
| We would soak up the last joys of our liveswe would | |
| Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last gloryand hope for blessing to come |
| zuò cí : Satyricon | |
| He would kill the whitedraped men | |
| He would kill all holly men | |
| He would kill the powers in controlto waste these jokers in this pathetic game | |
| He would choke the sleaze pig | |
| He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff | |
| He would crush all organs of speechto start the process of renewal | |
| He would avenge the dead | |
| He would crave divine protection | |
| He would sing the songs of darknessto call upon it to manifest | |
| He would " mirror" himself in the tundra frost | |
| He would rape its virtue | |
| He would disable its ways of hurting himto give him that advantage | |
| This would be the way of the misanthropein order to create you must destroy | |
| We would greet the nuclear morning mist | |
| We would smile at all life dying | |
| We would cherish each and every momentand celebrate the return of | |
| SinWe would bow to the planet' s | |
| Iconoclastwe would march under the flag of | |
| Dominion and | |
| Hatewe would burn all conspiratorsand their works with' em | |
| We would reveal the only truthwe would make them really sorrywe would show them | |
| Sovereignty in true fashionand then be a reflection of their loss | |
| We would soak up the last joys of our liveswe would | |
| Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last gloryand hope for blessing to come |