| Song | Red Code Cult |
| Artist | Septic Flesh |
| Album | Sumerian Daemons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A., V. | |
| Equinox is at hand | |
| The gates are now aligned | |
| Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
| The temperature is dropping down | |
| Our breath seems now like smoke | |
| The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult | |
| Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
| Your nature is key | |
| Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
| Open the Choronzone | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult |
| zuo qu : A., V. | |
| Equinox is at hand | |
| The gates are now aligned | |
| Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
| The temperature is dropping down | |
| Our breath seems now like smoke | |
| The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult | |
| Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
| Your nature is key | |
| Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
| Open the Choronzone | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult |
| zuò qǔ : A., V. | |
| Equinox is at hand | |
| The gates are now aligned | |
| Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign | |
| The temperature is dropping down | |
| Our breath seems now like smoke | |
| The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult | |
| Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal | |
| Your nature is key | |
| Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws | |
| Open the Choronzone | |
| Our mental variation: a phantom made from light | |
| With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might | |
| Deciphering the code that releases the unknown | |
| We make the wanted possible | |
| Material like the stone | |
| Red code cult |