| Song | Necrophiliac Lust |
| Artist | Deathchain |
| Album | Cult of Death |
| 作曲 : Corpse | |
| I desire for the dead | |
| For the cold body blue | |
| A love for the rotten youth | |
| Inside the grave lies my truth | |
| This growing sickness takes me beyond | |
| I'm lost in my carnal ways | |
| Dead call pounds my head | |
| The Hell I've built around me | |
| (I have) no wish to remain sane | |
| My desire takes me there | |
| Under nightly moon | |
| My love for the rotten youth | |
| My soul dwells in sickness | |
| The dead force me to carry on | |
| It haunts me, their calling, it burns me - necrophiliac lust | |
| It haunts me, dead calling, it burns me - psychopathic lust | |
| It burns me - necrophiliac lust | |
| Dead calling - psychopathic lust | |
| Now bleed for me whores | |
| Bleed for the death and life | |
| I'm losing my soul | |
| This very night - I've become whole | |
| Bleed for me whores | |
| Bleed as only you can | |
| I'm losing my soul | |
| This very night - I've become whole | |
| I see a mirage amongst the tombstones | |
| My lust for the dead can't be controlled | |
| Their bodies await me, this I know | |
| A hellish fiend amidst the stones | |
| I'm hacking through the coffin wood | |
| These whores can't reject me | |
| Hallucinations - I'm painting their horror | |
| Their flesh is my canvas | |
| The dead whisper my name | |
| With lust and perversions | |
| A cold grip of the shovel | |
| Takes me much closer | |
| To you... | |
| I desire for the dead | |
| In the light of the moon | |
| A love for the rotten youth | |
| Inside this Hell I feel like god | |
| This growing sickness takes me beyond | |
| So now my visits last longer | |
| I lay among their flesh and bones | |
| I love the stench, I love the smell | |
| I'm hacking through the coffin wood | |
| The urge burns my soul | |
| Necrophiliac lust |
| zuò qǔ : Corpse | |
| I desire for the dead | |
| For the cold body blue | |
| A love for the rotten youth | |
| Inside the grave lies my truth | |
| This growing sickness takes me beyond | |
| I' m lost in my carnal ways | |
| Dead call pounds my head | |
| The Hell I' ve built around me | |
| I have no wish to remain sane | |
| My desire takes me there | |
| Under nightly moon | |
| My love for the rotten youth | |
| My soul dwells in sickness | |
| The dead force me to carry on | |
| It haunts me, their calling, it burns me necrophiliac lust | |
| It haunts me, dead calling, it burns me psychopathic lust | |
| It burns me necrophiliac lust | |
| Dead calling psychopathic lust | |
| Now bleed for me whores | |
| Bleed for the death and life | |
| I' m losing my soul | |
| This very night I' ve become whole | |
| Bleed for me whores | |
| Bleed as only you can | |
| I' m losing my soul | |
| This very night I' ve become whole | |
| I see a mirage amongst the tombstones | |
| My lust for the dead can' t be controlled | |
| Their bodies await me, this I know | |
| A hellish fiend amidst the stones | |
| I' m hacking through the coffin wood | |
| These whores can' t reject me | |
| Hallucinations I' m painting their horror | |
| Their flesh is my canvas | |
| The dead whisper my name | |
| With lust and perversions | |
| A cold grip of the shovel | |
| Takes me much closer | |
| To you... | |
| I desire for the dead | |
| In the light of the moon | |
| A love for the rotten youth | |
| Inside this Hell I feel like god | |
| This growing sickness takes me beyond | |
| So now my visits last longer | |
| I lay among their flesh and bones | |
| I love the stench, I love the smell | |
| I' m hacking through the coffin wood | |
| The urge burns my soul | |
| Necrophiliac lust |