| Song | Final Ritual |
| Artist | Dark Funeral |
| Album | Attera Totus Sanctus |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Michael Svanberg |
| [01:05.40] | Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone |
| [01:11.25] | Cold and starving in the dark |
| [01:18.00] | Moment by moment I am drifting closer |
| [01:19.23] | To the land of the dead |
| [01:19.68] | An incessant noise echoes in my skull |
| [01:46.50] | It twines and vibrates down my spine |
| [01:50.88] | Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves |
| [01:56.40] | The noise grows louder, its source looming closer |
| [01:57.42] | In a tightening spiral |
| [01:57.87] | The center cannot hold, things fall apart |
| [02:17.43] | It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes |
| [02:20.55] | Is this really what dying feels like? |
| [02:21.30] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [02:29.31] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [02:30.42] | The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [02:34.47] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [02:39.06] | I am sealed in my own tomb |
| [02:44.82] | After nine days of fast |
| [02:45.33] | The ritual will begin, long and painful it will be |
| [02:46.47] | And most likely I will not come out alive... |
| [02:47.52] | But I made up my mind |
| [02:50.49] | There is no turning back now |
| [02:51.09] | The utter destruction of light |
| [02:54.21] | The end of my life |
| [02:54.57] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [02:56.28] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [02:59.13] | The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [03:06.12] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [03:11.16] | I have formed my intentions |
| [03:13.23] | The shadows gather, thickening the air |
| [03:50.49] | I submit myself to the darkness |
| [04:00.09] | And I throw myself into the abyss |
| [04:00.78] | Ritual begins |
| [04:01.14] | Is this really what dying feels like? |
| [04:01.83] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [04:05.61] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [04:11.07] | The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [04:12.90] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [04:16.11] | I have formed my intentions |
| [04:23.58] | The shadows gather, thickening the air |
| [04:45.12] | I submit myself to the darkness |
| [04:47.13] | And I throw myself into the abyss |
| [04:48.99] | I offer thee, my flesh and blood |
| [04:57.69] | Guide me through the gates |
| [04:58.17] | Grant to me, eternal life |
| [05:21.90] | The ultimate sacrifice |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Michael Svanberg |
| [01:05.40] | Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone |
| [01:11.25] | Cold and starving in the dark |
| [01:18.00] | Moment by moment I am drifting closer |
| [01:19.23] | To the land of the dead |
| [01:19.68] | An incessant noise echoes in my skull |
| [01:46.50] | It twines and vibrates down my spine |
| [01:50.88] | Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves |
| [01:56.40] | The noise grows louder, its source looming closer |
| [01:57.42] | In a tightening spiral |
| [01:57.87] | The center cannot hold, things fall apart |
| [02:17.43] | It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes |
| [02:20.55] | Is this really what dying feels like? |
| [02:21.30] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [02:29.31] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [02:30.42] | The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [02:34.47] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [02:39.06] | I am sealed in my own tomb |
| [02:44.82] | After nine days of fast |
| [02:45.33] | The ritual will begin, long and painful it will be |
| [02:46.47] | And most likely I will not come out alive... |
| [02:47.52] | But I made up my mind |
| [02:50.49] | There is no turning back now |
| [02:51.09] | The utter destruction of light |
| [02:54.21] | The end of my life |
| [02:54.57] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [02:56.28] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [02:59.13] | The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [03:06.12] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [03:11.16] | I have formed my intentions |
| [03:13.23] | The shadows gather, thickening the air |
| [03:50.49] | I submit myself to the darkness |
| [04:00.09] | And I throw myself into the abyss |
| [04:00.78] | Ritual begins |
| [04:01.14] | Is this really what dying feels like? |
| [04:01.83] | Ritual begins when the moon are at crest |
| [04:05.61] | And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates |
| [04:11.07] | The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin |
| [04:12.90] | And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark |
| [04:16.11] | I have formed my intentions |
| [04:23.58] | The shadows gather, thickening the air |
| [04:45.12] | I submit myself to the darkness |
| [04:47.13] | And I throw myself into the abyss |
| [04:48.99] | I offer thee, my flesh and blood |
| [04:57.69] | Guide me through the gates |
| [04:58.17] | Grant to me, eternal life |
| [05:21.90] | The ultimate sacrifice |