| Song | Kissing the Beast |
| Artist | Venom |
| Album | The Waste Lands |
| 作词 : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife | |
| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall | |
| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife | |
| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall | |
| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
| A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin | |
| His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame | |
| The song is still young and illusion's the game |
| zuò cí : Bray, Dolan, Dunn | |
| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall | |
| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief | |
| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he' s holding the knife | |
| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand | |
| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun | |
| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun | |
| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse | |
| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul | |
| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall | |
| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death | |
| A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin | |
| His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame | |
| The song is still young and illusion' s the game |