| Song | Angel Flesh Impaled |
| Artist | Dark Funeral |
| Album | Attera Totus Sanctus |
| 作词 : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
| The angel horde appears | |
| In the horizon cloaked with shining white | |
| In thousands they came for the war | |
| That would become the final battle and greatest of them all | |
| The trumpets of God they are blown | |
| And the angels are pulling their swords | |
| What god's army did not know | |
| Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords | |
| Of hell | |
| The angels moved towards the fortress | |
| Thinking they had a chance | |
| Their invasion started from the east | |
| With soldiers carrying leather slings | |
| Running towards their own doom | |
| Now in the eternal fire, they forever are consumed | |
| The sun shall turn to darkness | |
| And the moon into blood | |
| Before the great and terrible day | |
| When my judgment comes | |
| Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
| Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
| The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
| It's like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianese | |
| Now the angels attacked with full force | |
| But their front, were slain with no remorse | |
| Angel's blood soon covered the ground | |
| One thirteen was attacking from behind | |
| I strike upon them with all my hate | |
| Soon they all know it is too late | |
| Realize they all will die | |
| When my archers hatred are covering the sky | |
| With the ancients by our side | |
| Without fear of god, his army we stride | |
| If only the angels could tell | |
| The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell | |
| Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
| Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
| The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
| It's like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianize | |
| The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme | |
| Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day | |
| The coming of our lord, soon again he'll walk the earth | |
| It is like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianize |
| zuò cí : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
| The angel horde appears | |
| In the horizon cloaked with shining white | |
| In thousands they came for the war | |
| That would become the final battle and greatest of them all | |
| The trumpets of God they are blown | |
| And the angels are pulling their swords | |
| What god' s army did not know | |
| Were that I had awakened the thirteen warlords | |
| Of hell | |
| The angels moved towards the fortress | |
| Thinking they had a chance | |
| Their invasion started from the east | |
| With soldiers carrying leather slings | |
| Running towards their own doom | |
| Now in the eternal fire, they forever are consumed | |
| The sun shall turn to darkness | |
| And the moon into blood | |
| Before the great and terrible day | |
| When my judgment comes | |
| Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
| Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
| The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
| It' s like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianese | |
| Now the angels attacked with full force | |
| But their front, were slain with no remorse | |
| Angel' s blood soon covered the ground | |
| One thirteen was attacking from behind | |
| I strike upon them with all my hate | |
| Soon they all know it is too late | |
| Realize they all will die | |
| When my archers hatred are covering the sky | |
| With the ancients by our side | |
| Without fear of god, his army we stride | |
| If only the angels could tell | |
| The pain that they felt, when I released the flames of hell | |
| Angel flesh impaled, it is so beautiful | |
| Feathers falling down, over the bloodstained ground | |
| The painful angels scream, sweet music to my ears | |
| It' s like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianize | |
| The sun will never rise, darkness will rule supreme | |
| Our rightful throne reclaimed, 1000 years from this day | |
| The coming of our lord, soon again he' ll walk the earth | |
| It is like a dream | |
| Trucido Christianize |