| Song | Kings Of The Carnival Creation |
| Artist | Dimmu Borgir |
| Album | Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia |
| 作词 : Mustis, Shagrath, Silenoz | |
| Incarnated marvels simplified | |
| Effects from such a disconsolate kind | |
| Impotence of the once so perfect living | |
| Erase and rewind | |
| Stand rigid for the next battle | |
| Peace means reloading your guns | |
| The love for life is all hatred in disguise | |
| A carnival creation with masks undone | |
| In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin | |
| Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind | |
| Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth | |
| Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies | |
| An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate | |
| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh | |
| I wish you well | |
| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin | |
| Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet | |
| HellWhat on earth possessed you? | |
| Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues | |
| Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception | |
| Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions | |
| Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface | |
| And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect | |
| With such bedeviled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil | |
| Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin | |
| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as | |
| I wish you well | |
| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin | |
| Worshiped by anyone's mass on our planet | |
| HellWhat on earth possessed you? | |
| Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues | |
| Left are the kings of the carnival creation | |
| Carrying out the echoes of the fallen | |
| Sense the withering eternity as it fades away | |
| The ultimate graceless voyage of all times | |
| Only death will be guarding your angels, silently | |
| Cripples joining arms in clamor | |
| Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted |
| zuò cí : Mustis, Shagrath, Silenoz | |
| Incarnated marvels simplified | |
| Effects from such a disconsolate kind | |
| Impotence of the once so perfect living | |
| Erase and rewind | |
| Stand rigid for the next battle | |
| Peace means reloading your guns | |
| The love for life is all hatred in disguise | |
| A carnival creation with masks undone | |
| In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin | |
| Through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind | |
| Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth | |
| Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies | |
| An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate | |
| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh | |
| I wish you well | |
| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin | |
| Worshiped by anyone' s mass on our planet | |
| HellWhat on earth possessed you? | |
| Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues | |
| Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception | |
| Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions | |
| Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface | |
| And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect | |
| With such bedeviled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil | |
| Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin | |
| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as | |
| I wish you well | |
| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin | |
| Worshiped by anyone' s mass on our planet | |
| HellWhat on earth possessed you? | |
| Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues | |
| Left are the kings of the carnival creation | |
| Carrying out the echoes of the fallen | |
| Sense the withering eternity as it fades away | |
| The ultimate graceless voyage of all times | |
| Only death will be guarding your angels, silently | |
| Cripples joining arms in clamor | |
| Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted |