| Song | Visceral Holocaust |
| Artist | Psyclon Nine |
| Album | Crwn Thy Frnicatr |
| 作曲 : Nero | |
| Insipid dreams were flowing red | |
| A sea of sin from cattle that's been bled | |
| Unbeknownst until the end | |
| With their backs to life they'd rather be home instead | |
| Infected skin | |
| Serrated grin | |
| Where was life and where does death begin? | |
| This hallowed sin | |
| Won't spoil within | |
| Reveals a path, an exalted life to live | |
| Transcending life through sleep's decree | |
| This I wear, I shall taste debris | |
| Through rancor find serenity | |
| Visceral holocaust to see | |
| Unto the beast an image made | |
| Of broken flesh culled from the sharpest blade | |
| They say we men are wretched things | |
| So full of hate, lost hope and broken dreams | |
| Infected skin | |
| Serrated grin | |
| Where was life and where does death begin? | |
| This hallowed sin | |
| Won't spoil within | |
| Reveals a path, an exalted life to live | |
| Transcending life through sleep's decree | |
| This I wear, I shall taste debris | |
| Through rancor find serenity | |
| Visceral holocaust to see | |
| The cold, the steel, the razor, the blade | |
| The tighter the noose, the faster we fade |
| zuò qǔ : Nero | |
| Insipid dreams were flowing red | |
| A sea of sin from cattle that' s been bled | |
| Unbeknownst until the end | |
| With their backs to life they' d rather be home instead | |
| Infected skin | |
| Serrated grin | |
| Where was life and where does death begin? | |
| This hallowed sin | |
| Won' t spoil within | |
| Reveals a path, an exalted life to live | |
| Transcending life through sleep' s decree | |
| This I wear, I shall taste debris | |
| Through rancor find serenity | |
| Visceral holocaust to see | |
| Unto the beast an image made | |
| Of broken flesh culled from the sharpest blade | |
| They say we men are wretched things | |
| So full of hate, lost hope and broken dreams | |
| Infected skin | |
| Serrated grin | |
| Where was life and where does death begin? | |
| This hallowed sin | |
| Won' t spoil within | |
| Reveals a path, an exalted life to live | |
| Transcending life through sleep' s decree | |
| This I wear, I shall taste debris | |
| Through rancor find serenity | |
| Visceral holocaust to see | |
| The cold, the steel, the razor, the blade | |
| The tighter the noose, the faster we fade |