| Song | Earth's Last Picture |
| Artist | Darkthrone |
| Album | Total Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fenriz, Garm | |
| We sail the seas, of negativity | |
| to banish kindness from this place | |
| (Sans scruples, sans humility) | |
| To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
| assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
| (Sans love, sans compassion) | |
| To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
| whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
| (Sans warmth, sans pity) | |
| To behold a world, darkly astir | |
| rising in madness and mystery | |
| (sans light, sans life) | |
| Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
| Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
| Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold! | |
| Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
| Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
| of all ye have ever lived for... | |
| Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
| Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
| (tis the voices from the past) | |
| Aye we can not mourn, for | |
| never morrow shall dawn | |
| World without end... |
| zuo ci : Fenriz, Garm | |
| We sail the seas, of negativity | |
| to banish kindness from this place | |
| Sans scruples, sans humility | |
| To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
| assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
| Sans love, sans compassion | |
| To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
| whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
| Sans warmth, sans pity | |
| To behold a world, darkly astir | |
| rising in madness and mystery | |
| sans light, sans life | |
| Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
| Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
| Alas for the damned thou art... now ye behold! | |
| Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
| Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
| of all ye have ever lived for... | |
| Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
| Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
| tis the voices from the past | |
| Aye we can not mourn, for | |
| never morrow shall dawn | |
| World without end... |
| zuò cí : Fenriz, Garm | |
| We sail the seas, of negativity | |
| to banish kindness from this place | |
| Sans scruples, sans humility | |
| To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
| assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
| Sans love, sans compassion | |
| To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
| whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
| Sans warmth, sans pity | |
| To behold a world, darkly astir | |
| rising in madness and mystery | |
| sans light, sans life | |
| Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
| Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
| Alas for the damned thou art... now ye behold! | |
| Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
| Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
| of all ye have ever lived for... | |
| Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
| Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
| tis the voices from the past | |
| Aye we can not mourn, for | |
| never morrow shall dawn | |
| World without end... |