| 歌曲 | Postmortem |
| 歌手 | Slayer |
| 专辑 | Live In Genk 22.09.90 [Bootleg] |
| 作曲 : Hanneman | |
| Funeral held for the depression of man | |
| Holds the key to his own death | |
| Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived | |
| Tighten the tourniquet around your neck | |
| Sifting away the debris of hated life | |
| Cold touch of death begins to chill your spine | |
| Seekin' life beyond your perishment | |
| Repeating words echoing through your mind | |
| Chanting lines of blind witchery | |
| To save yourself from extinction | |
| Wanting to die is your reason to live | |
| New life born from the oppressed | |
| Taste your blood as it trickles through the air | |
| Another casualty beyond the shadows you fall | |
| Losing ground, the fate you feel it draws near | |
| Fatality, reality, await the final call | |
| My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death behind it | |
| Skeletons in my mind commence tearing at my sanity | |
| Vessels in my brain carry death until' my birth | |
| Come and die with me forever hare insanity | |
| Do you want to die? | |
| The waves of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies | |
| Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my mind | |
| Non-rising body from the grave showing new reality | |
| What I am, what | |
| I want? I'm only after death |
| zuò qǔ : Hanneman | |
| Funeral held for the depression of man | |
| Holds the key to his own death | |
| Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived | |
| Tighten the tourniquet around your neck | |
| Sifting away the debris of hated life | |
| Cold touch of death begins to chill your spine | |
| Seekin' life beyond your perishment | |
| Repeating words echoing through your mind | |
| Chanting lines of blind witchery | |
| To save yourself from extinction | |
| Wanting to die is your reason to live | |
| New life born from the oppressed | |
| Taste your blood as it trickles through the air | |
| Another casualty beyond the shadows you fall | |
| Losing ground, the fate you feel it draws near | |
| Fatality, reality, await the final call | |
| My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death behind it | |
| Skeletons in my mind commence tearing at my sanity | |
| Vessels in my brain carry death until' my birth | |
| Come and die with me forever hare insanity | |
| Do you want to die? | |
| The waves of blood are rushing near, pounding at the walls of lies | |
| Turning off my sanity, reaching back into my mind | |
| Nonrising body from the grave showing new reality | |
| What I am, what | |
| I want? I' m only after death |