| Song | Flowers Of Flesh And Blood |
| Artist | Necrophagia |
| Album | The Divine Art Of Torture |
| Left to rot | |
| Dried up, dying | |
| Draining life | |
| As we know it | |
| Doesn't seem to bad | |
| Rotting flesh | |
| Compared to the filth | |
| Beyond magick | |
| In which we're planted | |
| I've seen the other side | |
| There's nothing here for me | |
| I crave darkness | |
| Killed by silence | |
| Suffer the children | |
| In a paradise lost | |
| A moment frozen | |
| Sins of the father | |
| Echoing forbidden fruits | |
| Nothing but lies | |
| Passed on like plague | |
| Take me back | |
| To nothingness | |
| Away from the pain | |
| Eternal sleep | |
| Flowers of flesh and blood | |
| Beckons me | |
| We are all |