| 歌曲 | Alchemy Of The Black Sun Cult |
| 歌手 | Goatwhore |
| 专辑 | A Haunting Curse |
| Engraved in damnation | |
| Beneath the shadow of submergence | |
| We await this call to Armageddon | |
| To arise in legions of war | |
| Burn the holy words and carve my blasphemy into angel bone | |
| A faith buried in fire where a cold tomb lies | |
| This desire in murdering the slaves of Christ | |
| Sound the horn to winter’s plague | |
| Storm of one hundred years to be forged by tidal waves | |
| Flesh bound by the rites of demon lords | |
| Diversity in divine | |
| Submerged in a countless death of winter | |
| Encryption of the damned | |
| A haunting curse to celebrate this chaos | |
| Whispers in rites of blood | |
| Metal and flesh are joined for spell | |
| Bathed in flames of the serpent | |
| Invoked on this day of hell | |
| Rising legion raised for war | |
| Confines of chains in heaven’s fall | |
| The dead climb sky preparing this invasion | |
| This inferno of souls rise from the cold lake of hell | |
| An embrace of suffering in transcendence | |
| In birth of the knowledge of evil | |
| The black heart, in honor of the fallen | |
| Conquer all that deny | |
| My screams fill the timeless skies | |
| A torture harsh and beautiful | |
| Skinless souls placed as markers in possessive praise of hell’s firstborn | |
| Obedience in conjuration of swallowed souls | |
| Trapped in eternal sleep below this surface | |
| Courting death at the hands of fools, lost in silence | |
| Awaken in spoken words of the evoking art | |
| Burn all remorse upon your cold pale flesh | |
| Give to me your blood like a sacrament | |
| Enigmatic force of deception | |
| This order of the formless | |
| Born from black decree | |
| Pestilence, in the form of storms | |
| To drown the armies of the holy |
| Engraved in damnation | |
| Beneath the shadow of submergence | |
| We await this call to Armageddon | |
| To arise in legions of war | |
| Burn the holy words and carve my blasphemy into angel bone | |
| A faith buried in fire where a cold tomb lies | |
| This desire in murdering the slaves of Christ | |
| Sound the horn to winter' s plague | |
| Storm of one hundred years to be forged by tidal waves | |
| Flesh bound by the rites of demon lords | |
| Diversity in divine | |
| Submerged in a countless death of winter | |
| Encryption of the damned | |
| A haunting curse to celebrate this chaos | |
| Whispers in rites of blood | |
| Metal and flesh are joined for spell | |
| Bathed in flames of the serpent | |
| Invoked on this day of hell | |
| Rising legion raised for war | |
| Confines of chains in heaven' s fall | |
| The dead climb sky preparing this invasion | |
| This inferno of souls rise from the cold lake of hell | |
| An embrace of suffering in transcendence | |
| In birth of the knowledge of evil | |
| The black heart, in honor of the fallen | |
| Conquer all that deny | |
| My screams fill the timeless skies | |
| A torture harsh and beautiful | |
| Skinless souls placed as markers in possessive praise of hell' s firstborn | |
| Obedience in conjuration of swallowed souls | |
| Trapped in eternal sleep below this surface | |
| Courting death at the hands of fools, lost in silence | |
| Awaken in spoken words of the evoking art | |
| Burn all remorse upon your cold pale flesh | |
| Give to me your blood like a sacrament | |
| Enigmatic force of deception | |
| This order of the formless | |
| Born from black decree | |
| Pestilence, in the form of storms | |
| To drown the armies of the holy |