| 歌曲 | The Cannibal Gods |
| 歌手 | Hour of Penance |
| 专辑 | Sedition |
| My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread | |
| With scorn and despise and disdain | |
| Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
| Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
| Thirsty – blood spilt on my reign | |
| This world soaked with fear, demise | |
| The earth is covered in scars | |
| Desolation | |
| I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated | |
| For I will decide a ritual knife | |
| Secretly severing every bone | |
| They shall become the square shaped sacrifice | |
| The flesh pyramid upon which I’ll call my new gods | |
| Sacrifice – dead are piled | |
| Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra | |
| Check the gusts – Check the stars | |
| Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit | |
| Cross their arms – Wait the dawn | |
| Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead | |
| Say the world – She your blood | |
| Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Servi me – Servi me – Servi me - Servi me | |
| Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
| Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
| Thirsty – blood spilt on my reign | |
| This world soaked with fear, demise | |
| The earth is covered in scars | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Ferte Mortem, fertote |
| My sworn enemies upon whom I will tread | |
| With scorn and despise and disdain | |
| Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
| Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
| Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
| This world soaked with fear, demise | |
| The earth is covered in scars | |
| Desolation | |
| I shall recognize each torn corpse immolated | |
| For I will decide a ritual knife | |
| Secretly severing every bone | |
| They shall become the square shaped sacrifice | |
| The flesh pyramid upon which I' ll call my new gods | |
| Sacrifice dead are piled | |
| Prepare and incision on the cervical vertebra | |
| Check the gusts Check the stars | |
| Thrusting a nail through the ocular orbit | |
| Cross their arms Wait the dawn | |
| Cut the third finger in the handoff the seventh dead | |
| Say the world She your blood | |
| Offer the flesh to honor the cannibal gods | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Servi me Servi me Servi me Servi me | |
| Those worms are breeding in nests, and feeding from us | |
| Their shameful souls I will devour in pain | |
| Thirsty blood spilt on my reign | |
| This world soaked with fear, demise | |
| The earth is covered in scars | |
| Ferte Mortem | |
| Ferte Mortem, fertote |