| 歌曲 | Sour flow |
| 歌手 | Spawn of Possession |
| 专辑 | Noctambulant |
| 作曲 : Bryssling, Röndum | |
| Time navigates me through excruciating pain, objective guideless. | |
| Arcane ends to means, sour flow, eloquent. | |
| A strong covet glowing for the ancient lust filled sleep, their venom, my wishes now. | |
| Souls father around, I shall be risen by their hands. | |
| Now, our union is near, upon me the fatal revise. | |
| Odyssey of my spirit has brought me here. | |
| Movements all around, I feel their cold embrace. | |
| They revel as I declare myself. | |
| Signatures are traded. | |
| Beyond all humans truths. | |
| The purgatory is fading. | |
| I am now law. | |
| Exposed to their eyes, fearless I face their torture. | |
| Enduring their test, I know that it's only just begun. | |
| Locked in a spiritual hardness as they show the way. | |
| Rites commence. | |
| In fiery, I taste the death of sons. | |
| Breeding my conviction, mortal, not now. | |
| Aeons in linger, awake at last. | |
| Purified and crowned to bear deaths ever pale mask. | |
| Light withdraws at my sight, my travels shall be in dimness. | |
| Plunged back to my flesh, their desires I must fulfil | |
| Signatures are traded. | |
| Beyond all human truths. | |
| The purgatory is fading. | |
| I am now law |
| zuò qǔ : Bryssling, R ndum | |
| Time navigates me through excruciating pain, objective guideless. | |
| Arcane ends to means, sour flow, eloquent. | |
| A strong covet glowing for the ancient lust filled sleep, their venom, my wishes now. | |
| Souls father around, I shall be risen by their hands. | |
| Now, our union is near, upon me the fatal revise. | |
| Odyssey of my spirit has brought me here. | |
| Movements all around, I feel their cold embrace. | |
| They revel as I declare myself. | |
| Signatures are traded. | |
| Beyond all humans truths. | |
| The purgatory is fading. | |
| I am now law. | |
| Exposed to their eyes, fearless I face their torture. | |
| Enduring their test, I know that it' s only just begun. | |
| Locked in a spiritual hardness as they show the way. | |
| Rites commence. | |
| In fiery, I taste the death of sons. | |
| Breeding my conviction, mortal, not now. | |
| Aeons in linger, awake at last. | |
| Purified and crowned to bear deaths ever pale mask. | |
| Light withdraws at my sight, my travels shall be in dimness. | |
| Plunged back to my flesh, their desires I must fulfil | |
| Signatures are traded. | |
| Beyond all human truths. | |
| The purgatory is fading. | |
| I am now law |