| Song | Doomed to Walk the Earth As Slaves of the Living Dead |
| Artist | Carpathian Forest |
| Album | Morbid Fascination of Death |
| 作曲 : Natterfrost | |
| You are born into bondage | |
| You are born as a slave | |
| What am I? | |
| "You're a slave" | |
| Forever submissive | |
| Forever in holy chains | |
| (You are) born by a whore | |
| By a filthy cunt | |
| Which spread disease | |
| The disease of god | |
| You have the ability to rise | |
| After a fall | |
| We await impatiently | |
| For a divine sundown | |
| You're a slave | |
| Of your own restrictions | |
| Of Christian morals | |
| Of the book of lies | |
| You have the ability to rise | |
| After a fall | |
| We await impatiently | |
| For a divine sundown | |
| You're a slave | |
| Of your own restrictions | |
| Of Christian morals | |
| Of the book of lies | |
| Stop being so humble | |
| Stop showing remorse | |
| Cut it off | |
| The hands that feed the blind | |
| Can you move? | |
| With those holy chains | |
| The grey horizon | |
| I paint it black | |
| See through tomorrows | |
| Spiteful eyes | |
| The fury of the north men | |
| (within) those who still believe | |
| The holy slumber must end | |
| (After) Thousand years of dormancy | |
| :Et spiritus sancti: |
| zuò qǔ : Natterfrost | |
| You are born into bondage | |
| You are born as a slave | |
| What am I? | |
| " You' re a slave" | |
| Forever submissive | |
| Forever in holy chains | |
| You are born by a whore | |
| By a filthy cunt | |
| Which spread disease | |
| The disease of god | |
| You have the ability to rise | |
| After a fall | |
| We await impatiently | |
| For a divine sundown | |
| You' re a slave | |
| Of your own restrictions | |
| Of Christian morals | |
| Of the book of lies | |
| You have the ability to rise | |
| After a fall | |
| We await impatiently | |
| For a divine sundown | |
| You' re a slave | |
| Of your own restrictions | |
| Of Christian morals | |
| Of the book of lies | |
| Stop being so humble | |
| Stop showing remorse | |
| Cut it off | |
| The hands that feed the blind | |
| Can you move? | |
| With those holy chains | |
| The grey horizon | |
| I paint it black | |
| See through tomorrows | |
| Spiteful eyes | |
| The fury of the north men | |
| within those who still believe | |
| The holy slumber must end | |
| After Thousand years of dormancy | |
| : Et spiritus sancti: |