| 歌曲 | Beneath the Cenotaph |
| 歌手 | Ribspreader |
| 专辑 | Bolted to the Cross |
| 作曲 : Andreas, Rogga | |
| Behind the veil of the mournful | |
| Their revolting stench lingers | |
| No values too profound to exploit on their way to eternal doom | |
| At hand is the search for means | |
| To bring on armageddon | |
| Controlled by their filthy hands they will cleanse the holy lands | |
| Beneath the cenotaph they burn | |
| Forever and ever | |
| The suffering seemed endless | |
| But death washed away their lies | |
| Fornever laid to rest | |
| A drowning human cesspool | |
| Bred by liars to conform to this life of waste | |
| Behind the veil of the mournful | |
| Their revolting stench lingers | |
| No values too profound to exploit on their way to eternal doom | |
| Deep below the rotten reigns | |
| Their realm of filth is growing | |
| Deep inside they breed their lies but their demise still is rising | |
| Dying pains of the filthy ones | |
| As their realm will fall | |
| Dying pains of the liars breed as we wash away their lives | |
| The suffering seemed endless | |
| But death washed away their lies | |
| Fornever laid to rest | |
| A drowning human cesspool | |
| Bred by liars to conform to this life of waste | |
| Beneath the cenotaph they burn | |
| Forever and ever |
| zuò qǔ : Andreas, Rogga | |
| Behind the veil of the mournful | |
| Their revolting stench lingers | |
| No values too profound to exploit on their way to eternal doom | |
| At hand is the search for means | |
| To bring on armageddon | |
| Controlled by their filthy hands they will cleanse the holy lands | |
| Beneath the cenotaph they burn | |
| Forever and ever | |
| The suffering seemed endless | |
| But death washed away their lies | |
| Fornever laid to rest | |
| A drowning human cesspool | |
| Bred by liars to conform to this life of waste | |
| Behind the veil of the mournful | |
| Their revolting stench lingers | |
| No values too profound to exploit on their way to eternal doom | |
| Deep below the rotten reigns | |
| Their realm of filth is growing | |
| Deep inside they breed their lies but their demise still is rising | |
| Dying pains of the filthy ones | |
| As their realm will fall | |
| Dying pains of the liars breed as we wash away their lives | |
| The suffering seemed endless | |
| But death washed away their lies | |
| Fornever laid to rest | |
| A drowning human cesspool | |
| Bred by liars to conform to this life of waste | |
| Beneath the cenotaph they burn | |
| Forever and ever |