| Song | Murder Worship |
| Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
| Album | Kill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Webster | |
| Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us | |
| Closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness | |
| Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us | |
| Bring is to our lord our killings transcending, | |
| Convictions of violence, pure unrelenting | |
| Devotion drips from my jagged blade | |
| My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage | |
| Sacramental slaughter for faith | |
| In the homicidal doctrine he creates | |
| Decapitated heads adorn the holy altar | |
| Kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration | |
| Every single death, brought us closer to him | |
| Take us to our lord our bloodlust evolving, | |
| Enshrining the bodies, evil emerging | |
| Hate rips through flesh and bone | |
| The dogma states that it must be done | |
| We adhere to the holy text | |
| More must die if we are to advance | |
| Murder Worship | |
| Pray to our god | |
| With blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders | |
| Trust in our lord | |
| Leads us to kill in the same way that he did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor | |
| He is close now | |
| Soon he will be amoung us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide | |
| Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching | |
| Look behind his eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect | |
| Transfixed by his gaze, his congregation waiting | |
| We summoned him here by doing his bidding | |
| Now he will slay us, circle completed | |
| Arterial spray paints the temple red | |
| Our masters advent brought us death | |
| Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls | |
| Blood soaked paradise awaits us all |
| zuo ci : Webster | |
| Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us | |
| Closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness | |
| Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us | |
| Bring is to our lord our killings transcending, | |
| Convictions of violence, pure unrelenting | |
| Devotion drips from my jagged blade | |
| My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage | |
| Sacramental slaughter for faith | |
| In the homicidal doctrine he creates | |
| Decapitated heads adorn the holy altar | |
| Kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration | |
| Every single death, brought us closer to him | |
| Take us to our lord our bloodlust evolving, | |
| Enshrining the bodies, evil emerging | |
| Hate rips through flesh and bone | |
| The dogma states that it must be done | |
| We adhere to the holy text | |
| More must die if we are to advance | |
| Murder Worship | |
| Pray to our god | |
| With blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders | |
| Trust in our lord | |
| Leads us to kill in the same way that he did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor | |
| He is close now | |
| Soon he will be amoung us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide | |
| Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching | |
| Look behind his eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect | |
| Transfixed by his gaze, his congregation waiting | |
| We summoned him here by doing his bidding | |
| Now he will slay us, circle completed | |
| Arterial spray paints the temple red | |
| Our masters advent brought us death | |
| Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls | |
| Blood soaked paradise awaits us all |
| zuò cí : Webster | |
| Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us | |
| Closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness | |
| Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us | |
| Bring is to our lord our killings transcending, | |
| Convictions of violence, pure unrelenting | |
| Devotion drips from my jagged blade | |
| My righteous hate fuels unyielding rage | |
| Sacramental slaughter for faith | |
| In the homicidal doctrine he creates | |
| Decapitated heads adorn the holy altar | |
| Kneeling at its base, we stare in veneration | |
| Every single death, brought us closer to him | |
| Take us to our lord our bloodlust evolving, | |
| Enshrining the bodies, evil emerging | |
| Hate rips through flesh and bone | |
| The dogma states that it must be done | |
| We adhere to the holy text | |
| More must die if we are to advance | |
| Murder Worship | |
| Pray to our god | |
| With blood we praise his epic acts of hate and homicidal glory, legendary murders | |
| Trust in our lord | |
| Leads us to kill in the same way that he did, sever all the heads in sacrificial splendor | |
| He is close now | |
| Soon he will be amoung us leading, violence, ruin, divinity, homicide | |
| Kneeling in the blood, we see our master watching | |
| Look behind his eyes, a soul so ruthless, perfect | |
| Transfixed by his gaze, his congregation waiting | |
| We summoned him here by doing his bidding | |
| Now he will slay us, circle completed | |
| Arterial spray paints the temple red | |
| Our masters advent brought us death | |
| Rapturous screaming fills these hallowed halls | |
| Blood soaked paradise awaits us all |