| Song | Death Immaculate |
| Artist | Necrophobic |
| Album | Hrimthursum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bregebåck, Ramstedt | |
| Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
| We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
| We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
| There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
| I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
| I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
| We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
| In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
| To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
| We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
| Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
| They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
| Watch the bones, your fortune they'll reveal | |
| To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
| Death Immaculate... | |
| You put your hope into the sky | |
| For your souls salvation | |
| I put my hope into the fire | |
| For my souls damnation | |
| Death Immaculate... |
| zuo ci : Bregeb ck, Ramstedt | |
| Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
| We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
| We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
| There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
| I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
| I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
| We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
| In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
| To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
| We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
| Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
| They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
| Watch the bones, your fortune they' ll reveal | |
| To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
| Death Immaculate... | |
| You put your hope into the sky | |
| For your souls salvation | |
| I put my hope into the fire | |
| For my souls damnation | |
| Death Immaculate... |
| zuò cí : Bregeb ck, Ramstedt | |
| Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise | |
| We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives | |
| We hate everything you stand for and all those of your kind | |
| There will be no room for mercy, true hate is always blind | |
| I want to carve that ugly grin from your face | |
| I want to see you in torment with a rusty razorblade | |
| We laugh at your regrets, you feeble Christian scum | |
| In agony you shall die for all you have become | |
| To us your lives are worthless, like an insect or a plant | |
| We tear you inside out, in evil we enchant | |
| Watch the bones, the patterns they create | |
| They will tell you who we are, they will tell you about your fate | |
| Watch the bones, your fortune they' ll reveal | |
| To suffer in endless darkness, the affliction it conceals | |
| Death Immaculate... | |
| You put your hope into the sky | |
| For your souls salvation | |
| I put my hope into the fire | |
| For my souls damnation | |
| Death Immaculate... |