| Song | Aphorism |
| Artist | Horrified |
| Album | Deus Diabolus Inversus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| From far came to spread his love. | |
| On weakness, displays his lying touch. | |
| Servant to us. | |
| Our greatness, given to his god. | |
| Dreams, buried to faulse light. | |
| When you face the last hour. | |
| And the reaper of the gate. | |
| If you want to enter. | |
| Do not speak his name. | |
| You fool. | |
| You ignorant. | |
| Temptation drinks life as it goes. | |
| Ignore faulse prophets and their laws. | |
| Servant to me. |