| Song | Raging Waters |
| Artist | Testament |
| Album | Demo: 1 |
| 作词 : Peterson, Souza | |
| Our ship sailed on through the violent Bearing Sea | |
| Not knowing of the danger waiting in store for me | |
| We wound up all in mayhem, the vessel tossed and turned | |
| The compass that had led us, we watched it slowly burn | |
| We'll never see our homeland, we know it all right then | |
| That fate was on the second hand of borrowed time again | |
| For that evil pathed our way ... | |
| The men were being thrown, from left and right they fell | |
| The water was as hot as Satan's forge from Hell | |
| The questions that arose, like 'Where the hell are we ?' | |
| I had a good idea, we're in the Devils Sea: The Triangle ! | |
| The Devil's Triangle ! | |
| See what's become of your life left to life | |
| No hope from this land of trust | |
| Hell's winds scream sacrilege, death from above | |
| The great white closes in ... | |
| The corpses afloat, all shattered in rage | |
| No hope for our peace of mind | |
| Satan's vessel comes closer and closer | |
| He holds the Sea's fate in his hand ! | |
| Violence, terror, raging waters | |
| Dying has scared us, nowhere to go now | |
| Darkness prevails, no one to save us | |
| Every one man for himself ! | |
| The Red Gem of Hades is shining too hot | |
| Satan's power becomes strong | |
| His armies have killed so many before us | |
| A sacrifice must be done | |
| The door of the chosen has opened for us | |
| What sanctuary will we see ? | |
| See Him panic, crying in lust | |
| Screaming He'll get me ! | |
| Violence, terror, raging waters | |
| Dying has scared us, nowhere to go now | |
| Darkness prevails, no one to save us | |
| Every one man for himself ! | |
| Our ship sailed on through the violent Bearing Sea | |
| Not knowing of the danger waiting in store for me | |
| We wound up all in mayhem, the vessel tossed and turned | |
| The compass that had led us, we watched it slowly burn | |
| We'll never see our homeland, we know it all right then | |
| That fate was on the second hand of borrowed time again | |
| For that evil pathed our way ... | |
| Every one man for himself ! |
| zuò cí : Peterson, Souza | |
| Our ship sailed on through the violent Bearing Sea | |
| Not knowing of the danger waiting in store for me | |
| We wound up all in mayhem, the vessel tossed and turned | |
| The compass that had led us, we watched it slowly burn | |
| We' ll never see our homeland, we know it all right then | |
| That fate was on the second hand of borrowed time again | |
| For that evil pathed our way ... | |
| The men were being thrown, from left and right they fell | |
| The water was as hot as Satan' s forge from Hell | |
| The questions that arose, like ' Where the hell are we ?' | |
| I had a good idea, we' re in the Devils Sea: The Triangle ! | |
| The Devil' s Triangle ! | |
| See what' s become of your life left to life | |
| No hope from this land of trust | |
| Hell' s winds scream sacrilege, death from above | |
| The great white closes in ... | |
| The corpses afloat, all shattered in rage | |
| No hope for our peace of mind | |
| Satan' s vessel comes closer and closer | |
| He holds the Sea' s fate in his hand ! | |
| Violence, terror, raging waters | |
| Dying has scared us, nowhere to go now | |
| Darkness prevails, no one to save us | |
| Every one man for himself ! | |
| The Red Gem of Hades is shining too hot | |
| Satan' s power becomes strong | |
| His armies have killed so many before us | |
| A sacrifice must be done | |
| The door of the chosen has opened for us | |
| What sanctuary will we see ? | |
| See Him panic, crying in lust | |
| Screaming He' ll get me ! | |
| Violence, terror, raging waters | |
| Dying has scared us, nowhere to go now | |
| Darkness prevails, no one to save us | |
| Every one man for himself ! | |
| Our ship sailed on through the violent Bearing Sea | |
| Not knowing of the danger waiting in store for me | |
| We wound up all in mayhem, the vessel tossed and turned | |
| The compass that had led us, we watched it slowly burn | |
| We' ll never see our homeland, we know it all right then | |
| That fate was on the second hand of borrowed time again | |
| For that evil pathed our way ... | |
| Every one man for himself ! |