| Song | Pyre Of Gods - Live |
| Artist | Tarot |
| Album | Live - Undead Indeed |
| 作曲 : Hietala, Hitela, Tolsa | |
| On the legs of lightning, the storm rears in defeat. | |
| Rising in vain once more with the sea. | |
| Grey hand's reaching, cold under the swell. | |
| Withered in the forge of our unbelief. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. | |
| Uncrusaders, heretics to all faith. | |
| No slavery beyond death! | |
| Every idol will feel our scourge. | |
| They can't hold us in this life. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. | |
| The ransom of your soul must be paid for your dead. | |
| The way out for us all: | |
| We'll take the jailer's head. | |
| All gods want, all gods need. | |
| Their sacrifices must bleed. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. |
| zuò qǔ : Hietala, Hitela, Tolsa | |
| On the legs of lightning, the storm rears in defeat. | |
| Rising in vain once more with the sea. | |
| Grey hand' s reaching, cold under the swell. | |
| Withered in the forge of our unbelief. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We' ll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. | |
| Uncrusaders, heretics to all faith. | |
| No slavery beyond death! | |
| Every idol will feel our scourge. | |
| They can' t hold us in this life. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We' ll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. | |
| The ransom of your soul must be paid for your dead. | |
| The way out for us all: | |
| We' ll take the jailer' s head. | |
| All gods want, all gods need. | |
| Their sacrifices must bleed. | |
| All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay. | |
| We' ll exorcise all of these fathers of lies. | |
| Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods. |