| Song | The Maelstrom Mephisto |
| Artist | Dimmu Borgir |
| Album | Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia |
| 作词 : Archon, Galderon, Mustis ... | |
| Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside | |
| Cast down all memories from a past and future world | |
| The cynic icons and the cryptic writings | |
| As a picturesque creation in force and spirit | |
| Against their reason and will, it is time | |
| Give darkness it's passion plea | |
| The venomous tongue | |
| The inevitable poison | |
| Paralyze the angels | |
| Freeze the forgiven | |
| Baptize in fire | |
| Unleash the devil at heart | |
| Unleash the maelstrom mephisto | |
| (chorus:) | |
| So sinner, mourn well | |
| Make all the swans suffer in hell | |
| The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace | |
| To revel and feast in undelivered grace | |
| Pledged to judgmental arrogance in | |
| Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood | |
| To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself | |
| A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep | |
| In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle | |
| Where the ravens spread their wings out wide | |
| Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity | |
| And watch the relentless paint the soil black | |
| What is being formed echoes throughout eternity | |
| As the painter chooses color no more | |
| Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over | |
| As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy | |
| Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes | |
| A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies:lies |
| zuò cí : Archon, Galderon, Mustis ... | |
| Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside | |
| Cast down all memories from a past and future world | |
| The cynic icons and the cryptic writings | |
| As a picturesque creation in force and spirit | |
| Against their reason and will, it is time | |
| Give darkness it' s passion plea | |
| The venomous tongue | |
| The inevitable poison | |
| Paralyze the angels | |
| Freeze the forgiven | |
| Baptize in fire | |
| Unleash the devil at heart | |
| Unleash the maelstrom mephisto | |
| chorus: | |
| So sinner, mourn well | |
| Make all the swans suffer in hell | |
| The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace | |
| To revel and feast in undelivered grace | |
| Pledged to judgmental arrogance in | |
| Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood | |
| To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself | |
| A tyranny in torment, an innersanctum stealing sleep | |
| In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle | |
| Where the ravens spread their wings out wide | |
| Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity | |
| And watch the relentless paint the soil black | |
| What is being formed echoes throughout eternity | |
| As the painter chooses color no more | |
| Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over | |
| As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy | |
| Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes | |
| A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies: lies |