| Song | The Brimstone Gate |
| Artist | Naglfar |
| Album | Diabolical |
| 作曲 : Naglfar | |
| I have seen the most beautiful light | |
| Since my birth | |
| It's been possessing my mind | |
| I've lashed myself, | |
| I have opened my veins | |
| Cursed my blood in grief | |
| As a shadow of death, the repaer from the tales of past | |
| I've been lurking in the shades of | |
| Thy creation | |
| Feared by most, hated by all, loved by none | |
| A destiny in solitude | |
| Pariah I am, rejected by my race | |
| I shall triumph at last | |
| I damn myself to fire eternal | |
| And on the day of commotion | |
| I shall rise | |
| And walk into my sulphur kingdom | |
| Entering the brimstone gate | |
| I hate the soil | |
| I walk, despise the earth that gave me birth | |
| A hungry yearning for the homecoming at | |
| Lucifer's domain | |
| And now the portals open wide, am | |
| I a fool if | |
| I not try? | |
| To enter realms of dark supremacy through sorcery | |
| I call on hell, arise from your dwell | |
| And grant me the gift of which | |
| I pray To enter the gate, at last seal my fate | |
| My unhallowed father to greet |
| zuò qǔ : Naglfar | |
| I have seen the most beautiful light | |
| Since my birth | |
| It' s been possessing my mind | |
| I' ve lashed myself, | |
| I have opened my veins | |
| Cursed my blood in grief | |
| As a shadow of death, the repaer from the tales of past | |
| I' ve been lurking in the shades of | |
| Thy creation | |
| Feared by most, hated by all, loved by none | |
| A destiny in solitude | |
| Pariah I am, rejected by my race | |
| I shall triumph at last | |
| I damn myself to fire eternal | |
| And on the day of commotion | |
| I shall rise | |
| And walk into my sulphur kingdom | |
| Entering the brimstone gate | |
| I hate the soil | |
| I walk, despise the earth that gave me birth | |
| A hungry yearning for the homecoming at | |
| Lucifer' s domain | |
| And now the portals open wide, am | |
| I a fool if | |
| I not try? | |
| To enter realms of dark supremacy through sorcery | |
| I call on hell, arise from your dwell | |
| And grant me the gift of which | |
| I pray To enter the gate, at last seal my fate | |
| My unhallowed father to greet |