| Song | Turn Up The Night |
| Artist | Black Sabbath |
| Album | Mob Rules |
| 作曲 : Butler, Dio, Iommi | |
| A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell | |
| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well | |
| The (darkened deliver/darken nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul | |
| You know what to cover, I think for another it's a story told | |
| So get a good hold, yeah | |
| Rattle the voodoo, you thought that you knew who you are | |
| Simple equation, (that's-the-relation/des-o-lation), but that's gone too far | |
| A time of suspicion, a special condition that we all know, | |
| So let it all go, yeah | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Night hides sorrow, day can light pain | |
| Glick: | |
| Black will not become a, white is for the saint | |
| Slenker: | |
| Black will not be colour, (white's/lies) for saint | |
| Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark | |
| Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn! | |
| A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell | |
| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well | |
| The darkened (deliver/nether), I shake and I shiver down your soul | |
| So get a good hold, yeah | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Gotta turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Turn up the night, or turn off the light! | |
| Get out the light! | |
| Or turn up the night, it feeled right! | |
| Or turn off the light, it feeled right! | |
| Shut off the light! | |
| Or turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! |
| zuò qǔ : Butler, Dio, Iommi | |
| A rumble of thunder, I' m suddenly under your spell | |
| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well | |
| The darkened deliver darken nether, I shake and I shiver down your soul | |
| You know what to cover, I think for another it' s a story told | |
| So get a good hold, yeah | |
| Rattle the voodoo, you thought that you knew who you are | |
| Simple equation, that' stherelation desolation, but that' s gone too far | |
| A time of suspicion, a special condition that we all know, | |
| So let it all go, yeah | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Night hides sorrow, day can light pain | |
| Glick: | |
| Black will not become a, white is for the saint | |
| Slenker: | |
| Black will not be colour, white' s lies for saint | |
| Evil lurks in twilight, dances in the dark | |
| Makes you need the movement, like a fire needs a spark to burn! | |
| A rumble of thunder, I' m suddenly under your spell | |
| No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well | |
| The darkened deliver nether, I shake and I shiver down your soul | |
| So get a good hold, yeah | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Gotta turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night, it feels so right! | |
| Turn up the night, or turn off the light! | |
| Get out the light! | |
| Or turn up the night, it feeled right! | |
| Or turn off the light, it feeled right! | |
| Shut off the light! | |
| Or turn up the night! | |
| Turn up the night! |