| Song | Absolute Sole Right |
| Artist | Dimmu Borgir |
| Album | Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia |
| 作词 : Mustis, Shagrath, Silenoz | |
| As cyclones detach from the world above | |
| And all the other worlds beneath them flow | |
| Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories | |
| Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire | |
| (chorus:) | |
| As daylight suffers, night time recollects | |
| For what wind hath drawn near, so near: | |
| Death has a contract on life and hell in-between | |
| What was once not certain is now foreseen | |
| When the pendulum is in its reverse factor | |
| Rivers run red and skies turn black | |
| Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within | |
| Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss | |
| A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education | |
| Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence | |
| Where pearls are chained for each tragic event | |
| The glorification of deviance in progress | |
| Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more | |
| Drowning victims of a parallel universe | |
| The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls | |
| The world hates you for being precise |
| zuò cí : Mustis, Shagrath, Silenoz | |
| As cyclones detach from the world above | |
| And all the other worlds beneath them flow | |
| Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories | |
| Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire | |
| chorus: | |
| As daylight suffers, night time recollects | |
| For what wind hath drawn near, so near: | |
| Death has a contract on life and hell inbetween | |
| What was once not certain is now foreseen | |
| When the pendulum is in its reverse factor | |
| Rivers run red and skies turn black | |
| Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within | |
| Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss | |
| A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education | |
| Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence | |
| Where pearls are chained for each tragic event | |
| The glorification of deviance in progress | |
| Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more | |
| Drowning victims of a parallel universe | |
| The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls | |
| The world hates you for being precise |