| Song | Hail Murder |
| Artist | Dark Funeral |
| Album | Diabolis Interium |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ahriman, Caligula | |
| In the dungeon so cold, sits the | |
| Nazarene son. | |
| His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. | |
| Asking himself, where is my god now? | |
| Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. | |
| Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people's hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| Christian blood soon will cover the ground. | |
| As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. | |
| A crucified whore, that's what you are. | |
| The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people's hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| The demons fly high, they circle above. | |
| Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. | |
| The lord of lies, soon to die. | |
| Thousand of years of pain await. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. |
| zuo ci : Ahriman, Caligula | |
| In the dungeon so cold, sits the | |
| Nazarene son. | |
| His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. | |
| Asking himself, where is my god now? | |
| Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. | |
| Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people' s hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| Christian blood soon will cover the ground. | |
| As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. | |
| A crucified whore, that' s what you are. | |
| The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people' s hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| The demons fly high, they circle above. | |
| Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. | |
| The lord of lies, soon to die. | |
| Thousand of years of pain await. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. |
| zuò cí : Ahriman, Caligula | |
| In the dungeon so cold, sits the | |
| Nazarene son. | |
| His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. | |
| Asking himself, where is my god now? | |
| Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. | |
| Hail murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people' s hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| Christian blood soon will cover the ground. | |
| As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. | |
| A crucified whore, that' s what you are. | |
| The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. | |
| Carry your cross, to your own doom. | |
| Meet the people' s hatred. | |
| You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. | |
| The demons fly high, they circle above. | |
| Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. | |
| The lord of lies, soon to die. | |
| Thousand of years of pain await. | |
| Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. | |
| Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. | |
| Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. | |
| Hail murder, | |
| I am the spear in his side. |