| 歌曲 | He, the Aethyr |
| 歌手 | Rotting Christ |
| 专辑 | Theogonia |
| 作词 : Sakis | |
| In the sleepy night | |
| From a breezy bite | |
| O earth | |
| your son born | |
| the sky | |
| The tireless shield of mankind | |
| Wake! under a sun that scatters its shine | |
| And praise the stars from the field of the night | |
| Words full of faith that sound so bright | |
| Scattered in ether but they are surmrised | |
| Teached how to kill your blaze inside | |
| Preached how to leave the fear beside | |
| You infernal soul reveal the wise | |
| How the beauty borns from inside | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| BORN FROM INSIDE and burn the Angel | |
| SPAWN PROCREATE and kill the menial | |
| Faint the light that comes from the blaze | |
| That crush and raze all of your bowels | |
| BORN FROM INSIDE and burn the Angel | |
| SPAWN PROCREATE and kill the menial | |
| Seed the thorn that bears the flame | |
| That burns inside you and willing to frame | |
| O tireless shield of mankind | |
| The thorn of death so much chars me | |
| That my spark returned to you | |
| And fire the stars that light the way to you | |
| [CHORUS] |
| zuò cí : Sakis | |
| In the sleepy night | |
| From a breezy bite | |
| O earth | |
| your son born | |
| the sky | |
| The tireless shield of mankind | |
| Wake! under a sun that scatters its shine | |
| And praise the stars from the field of the night | |
| Words full of faith that sound so bright | |
| Scattered in ether but they are surmrised | |
| Teached how to kill your blaze inside | |
| Preached how to leave the fear beside | |
| You infernal soul reveal the wise | |
| How the beauty borns from inside | |
| CHORUS | |
| BORN FROM INSIDE and burn the Angel | |
| SPAWN PROCREATE and kill the menial | |
| Faint the light that comes from the blaze | |
| That crush and raze all of your bowels | |
| BORN FROM INSIDE and burn the Angel | |
| SPAWN PROCREATE and kill the menial | |
| Seed the thorn that bears the flame | |
| That burns inside you and willing to frame | |
| O tireless shield of mankind | |
| The thorn of death so much chars me | |
| That my spark returned to you | |
| And fire the stars that light the way to you | |
| CHORUS |