| 作曲 : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| Narrow swimming to you in the puddle of blood | |
| Around the circle, us, bathed children | |
| You look at me, your pity investigates my ferocity | |
| Hiding, you won't be able to escape | |
| Brother, claws, you don't have, long teeth, you don't have | |
| Brother, you don't have red eyes | |
| My tongue winds around your fear | |
| It trembles, you won't be able to stop me now | |
| Different melodies...howls of suffering | |
| Song number one...it's the pleasure | |
| Song number two...this is the pain | |
| Pouring the tear of sorrow, I'm here | |
| How much contempt, you fool, you bow | |
| Over the wickedness, my hand will go where the beast would not even dare, sharp as the blade | |
| Different melodies...howls of suffering | |
| Song number one...it's the pleasure | |
| Song number two...this is the pain |
| zuo qu : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| Narrow swimming to you in the puddle of blood | |
| Around the circle, us, bathed children | |
| You look at me, your pity investigates my ferocity | |
| Hiding, you won' t be able to escape | |
| Brother, claws, you don' t have, long teeth, you don' t have | |
| Brother, you don' t have red eyes | |
| My tongue winds around your fear | |
| It trembles, you won' t be able to stop me now | |
| Different melodies... howls of suffering | |
| Song number one... it' s the pleasure | |
| Song number two... this is the pain | |
| Pouring the tear of sorrow, I' m here | |
| How much contempt, you fool, you bow | |
| Over the wickedness, my hand will go where the beast would not even dare, sharp as the blade | |
| Different melodies... howls of suffering | |
| Song number one... it' s the pleasure | |
| Song number two... this is the pain |
| zuò qǔ : Sadist, Talamanca, Trevor | |
| Narrow swimming to you in the puddle of blood | |
| Around the circle, us, bathed children | |
| You look at me, your pity investigates my ferocity | |
| Hiding, you won' t be able to escape | |
| Brother, claws, you don' t have, long teeth, you don' t have | |
| Brother, you don' t have red eyes | |
| My tongue winds around your fear | |
| It trembles, you won' t be able to stop me now | |
| Different melodies... howls of suffering | |
| Song number one... it' s the pleasure | |
| Song number two... this is the pain | |
| Pouring the tear of sorrow, I' m here | |
| How much contempt, you fool, you bow | |
| Over the wickedness, my hand will go where the beast would not even dare, sharp as the blade | |
| Different melodies... howls of suffering | |
| Song number one... it' s the pleasure | |
| Song number two... this is the pain |