| Song | Realm of Chaos |
| Artist | Bolt Thrower |
| Album | Realm of Chaos [Bonus Tracks] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bolt Thrower | |
| Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
| You may wake up screaming, but there's no place left to run | |
| The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
| Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
| Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
| Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
| Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
| It's too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
| Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
| To serve, worship, obey them - in the only way to exist | |
| Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
| The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
| The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
| What they've made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
| Now it's time to pay your pirce - the ultimate sacrifice | |
| Gasp at your final breath - cleansed now in your death | |
| Your death |
| zuo ci : Bolt Thrower | |
| Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
| You may wake up screaming, but there' s no place left to run | |
| The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
| Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
| Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
| Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
| Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
| It' s too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
| Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
| To serve, worship, obey them in the only way to exist | |
| Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
| The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
| The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
| What they' ve made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
| Now it' s time to pay your pirce the ultimate sacrifice | |
| Gasp at your final breath cleansed now in your death | |
| Your death |
| zuò cí : Bolt Thrower | |
| Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun | |
| You may wake up screaming, but there' s no place left to run | |
| The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy | |
| Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination | |
| Past life you deplore, present life abhor | |
| Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel | |
| Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear | |
| It' s too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care | |
| Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist | |
| To serve, worship, obey them in the only way to exist | |
| Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy | |
| The final requisition is no longer your decision | |
| The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see | |
| What they' ve made of your world as your blood is turning cold | |
| Now it' s time to pay your pirce the ultimate sacrifice | |
| Gasp at your final breath cleansed now in your death | |
| Your death |