| Song | Antimental |
| Artist | Mortiis |
| Album | The Smell Of Rain |
| 作词 : Mortiis | |
| The marsh land that is down and deep, | |
| Holds me tight it's clutching me. | |
| Like black cold chains forever, | |
| Dragging me towards hell's misery. | |
| The things that | |
| I've seen with | |
| Your eyes. | |
| The things that | |
| You choose not to see. | |
| Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years. | |
| In a purgatory. | |
| Is this Damnation? | |
| Is it in my mind or is it something | |
| I don't know. | |
| Something that | |
| I should control, | |
| I've got to find, | |
| Find the machine. | |
| That makes me want to be me. | |
| Cannot face another mirror, | |
| Cannot face another truth. | |
| I've got to find, | |
| Find some new eyes, | |
| I've got to find a substitute. | |
| My omnipresence this is me. | |
| My weapon against your dynasty. | |
| I've got to stop existing mentally, | |
| In places that i do not want to be. | |
| I hvae to move away, | |
| From thoughts terrible and gray. | |
| It will not let me go, is this | |
| Damnation? | |
| My Omnipresence this is me. | |
| My friend, turns into an enemy. | |
| Must control, | |
| I must control the evil daemon. | |
| Antimental! |
| zuò cí : Mortiis | |
| The marsh land that is down and deep, | |
| Holds me tight it' s clutching me. | |
| Like black cold chains forever, | |
| Dragging me towards hell' s misery. | |
| The things that | |
| I' ve seen with | |
| Your eyes. | |
| The things that | |
| You choose not to see. | |
| Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years. | |
| In a purgatory. | |
| Is this Damnation? | |
| Is it in my mind or is it something | |
| I don' t know. | |
| Something that | |
| I should control, | |
| I' ve got to find, | |
| Find the machine. | |
| That makes me want to be me. | |
| Cannot face another mirror, | |
| Cannot face another truth. | |
| I' ve got to find, | |
| Find some new eyes, | |
| I' ve got to find a substitute. | |
| My omnipresence this is me. | |
| My weapon against your dynasty. | |
| I' ve got to stop existing mentally, | |
| In places that i do not want to be. | |
| I hvae to move away, | |
| From thoughts terrible and gray. | |
| It will not let me go, is this | |
| Damnation? | |
| My Omnipresence this is me. | |
| My friend, turns into an enemy. | |
| Must control, | |
| I must control the evil daemon. | |
| Antimental! |