| 歌曲 | Abigor |
| 歌手 | Cryptopsy |
| 专辑 | The Best of Us Bleed |
| 作词 : Cryptopsy | |
| O most luscious cenobite, you wield your whip as though it were another appendage; | |
| Favor me with pleasure-pain, rip me with your claws | |
| Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt | |
| Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets, they blaze with unmatched cruelty | |
| Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp, | |
| They look stuck in far enough to hurt | |
| Hell's polyhedron has blessed you | |
| Your peerless beauty drips of sin | |
| In this time of configuration, blessed order shall prevail | |
| Two sides to the war on flesh | |
| Leviathan, who can't smile, beams | |
| Encased in leather as it is, | |
| I can't drink from your neck | |
| It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white: | |
| I'll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire | |
| I wish to partake of their nectar... | |
| Is it pus? | |
| I might breach your zippers and open your face | |
| I might gag you with an urchin | |
| I long to hear a quiet sight escape your lovely lips as | |
| I bite your fettered, smooth thighs | |
| Love subverted, lust perverted | |
| Bitch-goddess | |
| Abigor´s pretty face can mask her suffering | |
| Make you worship both her and her needles | |
| Subjugate it, perforate it, flesh reordered isflesh of use | |
| I now rededicate my life to what | |
| Abigor has shown me |
| zuò cí : Cryptopsy | |
| O most luscious cenobite, you wield your whip as though it were another appendage | |
| Favor me with pleasurepain, rip me with your claws | |
| Chew me with your sawtoothed cunt | |
| Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets, they blaze with unmatched cruelty | |
| Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp, | |
| They look stuck in far enough to hurt | |
| Hell' s polyhedron has blessed you | |
| Your peerless beauty drips of sin | |
| In this time of configuration, blessed order shall prevail | |
| Two sides to the war on flesh | |
| Leviathan, who can' t smile, beams | |
| Encased in leather as it is, | |
| I can' t drink from your neck | |
| It shall remain its soft, cold, bluewhite: | |
| I' ll bind your pround breasts with barbed wire | |
| I wish to partake of their nectar... | |
| Is it pus? | |
| I might breach your zippers and open your face | |
| I might gag you with an urchin | |
| I long to hear a quiet sight escape your lovely lips as | |
| I bite your fettered, smooth thighs | |
| Love subverted, lust perverted | |
| Bitchgoddess | |
| Abigor s pretty face can mask her suffering | |
| Make you worship both her and her needles | |
| Subjugate it, perforate it, flesh reordered isflesh of use | |
| I now rededicate my life to what | |
| Abigor has shown me |