| 歌曲 | Soldiers of Doomsday |
| 歌手 | Winds of Plague |
| 专辑 | Carnival Of Sound Sampler |
| Once again, I'm faced with myself | |
| Standing before the shattered mirror | |
| Blood drips from my shard-shredded hands | |
| Oh, God, if you are there, | |
| Now's the time to answer all my prayers | |
| What have I done to put me here? | |
| Dying alone, entangled in fear | |
| I've never felt so alive | |
| Fueled with adrenaline, | |
| I'll carry you with me | |
| Move! Move! Move! Move! | |
| Go! Go! Go! Go! | |
| The world can't slow us down | |
| You can't kill what will not die | |
| Go! | |
| Wingspans spread to keep | |
| The world within reach | |
| A promise to myself sealed with anguish | |
| That no matter how hard I fall, | |
| I will always stand up stronger | |
| Harder—a bigger man unleashing pain | |
| There’s nothing between us | |
| You think you know, | |
| But you have no idea | |
| The horrors that I've seen | |
| I'll scratch out my eyes | |
| To close the gates to my inner soul | |
| Break from this ball and chain | |
| Society and the heretics | |
| The world can't slow us down | |
| You can't kill what will not die | |
| You don't give back | |
| You mean nothing to this world |
| Once again, I' m faced with myself | |
| Standing before the shattered mirror | |
| Blood drips from my shardshredded hands | |
| Oh, God, if you are there, | |
| Now' s the time to answer all my prayers | |
| What have I done to put me here? | |
| Dying alone, entangled in fear | |
| I' ve never felt so alive | |
| Fueled with adrenaline, | |
| I' ll carry you with me | |
| Move! Move! Move! Move! | |
| Go! Go! Go! Go! | |
| The world can' t slow us down | |
| You can' t kill what will not die | |
| Go! | |
| Wingspans spread to keep | |
| The world within reach | |
| A promise to myself sealed with anguish | |
| That no matter how hard I fall, | |
| I will always stand up stronger | |
| Harder a bigger man unleashing pain | |
| There' s nothing between us | |
| You think you know, | |
| But you have no idea | |
| The horrors that I' ve seen | |
| I' ll scratch out my eyes | |
| To close the gates to my inner soul | |
| Break from this ball and chain | |
| Society and the heretics | |
| The world can' t slow us down | |
| You can' t kill what will not die | |
| You don' t give back | |
| You mean nothing to this world |