| Song | Sins of Emission |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Prince of the Poverty Line |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| There's a beast in the cellar | |
| There since this building was made. | |
| He's lurked in the shadows | |
| From when its' foundations were laid. | |
| From my "double-helix" he taunts me | |
| His primal voice roars | |
| It mocks my humanity | |
| Turning the key in locked doors. | |
| Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
| Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
| Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
| Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. | |
| Though we try to deny | |
| This primordial drive in us all | |
| We will cease to exist | |
| When we no longer heed nature's call. | |
| I'm a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings | |
| No, love's not an angel - it's merely a monkey with wings. | |
| Sins of emission - enticing and thrilling | |
| Sins of emission - the flesh is so willing | |
| Sins of emission - down under my skin | |
| Sins of emission - we're all "in like Flynn." | |
| Temptation's the one thing we'll never resist | |
| It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed | |
| Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires | |
| More sinful than nursing unacted desires? | |
| Hold tightly the reins | |
| Of your bestial instinct to breed | |
| He's an unwelcome guest | |
| In the "house-trained" existence you lead | |
| How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? | |
| You can't quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. | |
| Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
| Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
| Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
| Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| There' s a beast in the cellar | |
| There since this building was made. | |
| He' s lurked in the shadows | |
| From when its' foundations were laid. | |
| From my " doublehelix" he taunts me | |
| His primal voice roars | |
| It mocks my humanity | |
| Turning the key in locked doors. | |
| Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
| Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
| Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
| Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. | |
| Though we try to deny | |
| This primordial drive in us all | |
| We will cease to exist | |
| When we no longer heed nature' s call. | |
| I' m a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings | |
| No, love' s not an angel it' s merely a monkey with wings. | |
| Sins of emission enticing and thrilling | |
| Sins of emission the flesh is so willing | |
| Sins of emission down under my skin | |
| Sins of emission we' re all " in like Flynn." | |
| Temptation' s the one thing we' ll never resist | |
| It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed | |
| Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires | |
| More sinful than nursing unacted desires? | |
| Hold tightly the reins | |
| Of your bestial instinct to breed | |
| He' s an unwelcome guest | |
| In the " housetrained" existence you lead | |
| How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? | |
| You can' t quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. | |
| Sins of emission an animal trapped in a civilised mind | |
| Sins of emission my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. | |
| Sins of emission spilling my seed now the harvest is sown | |
| Sins of emission come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. |