| Song | Death Triumphant |
| Artist | Carpathian Forest |
| Album | We're Going to Hell for This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A cold sharpened blade | |
| plunge through the skin. | |
| Death triumphant. | |
| Death the king | |
| Blood on my hands. | |
| Blood on my lips | |
| I took the frail bliss of your eyes | |
| and its darker than you think... | |
| I violate. | |
| I come at night. | |
| My great endurance of body, mind and heart | |
| Let me take you through... | |
| A gust of wind. | |
| Torrent of rain. | |
| Blood and semen | |
| Murder is art | |
| The cold blade. | |
| The cold blade. |