| Song | Dying Blood |
| Artist | Fleshcrawl |
| 作曲 : Tobias Schick/Bastian Herzog/Mike Hanus | |
| We saw them approach | |
| Through the rising dawn | |
| With their giant war machine | |
| And their deadly spawn | |
| We fought to resist | |
| From day till night | |
| (But) their hate was merciless | |
| We had to die... | |
| All the victims killed | |
| (So) innocent and weak | |
| I still hear the cries of war | |
| In my dreams they bleed | |
| Our rotten souls | |
| Forever lost | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| Out for the final wrath | |
| (With) blood on our hands | |
| Annihilate the path | |
| Through hostile land | |
| Drifting through killing fields | |
| Alive and dead | |
| Craving infernal fire | |
| With blood stained desire... | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| Some ages passed | |
| Still we can't forget | |
| Extermination from the past | |
| Our hate will last | |
| They cry for peace | |
| For a dying race | |
| No mercy, face to face | |
| And let the weapons bleed... | |
| The dead will feast upon | |
| My dying blood... |
| zuò qǔ : Tobias Schick Bastian Herzog Mike Hanus | |
| We saw them approach | |
| Through the rising dawn | |
| With their giant war machine | |
| And their deadly spawn | |
| We fought to resist | |
| From day till night | |
| But their hate was merciless | |
| We had to die... | |
| All the victims killed | |
| So innocent and weak | |
| I still hear the cries of war | |
| In my dreams they bleed | |
| Our rotten souls | |
| Forever lost | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| Out for the final wrath | |
| With blood on our hands | |
| Annihilate the path | |
| Through hostile land | |
| Drifting through killing fields | |
| Alive and dead | |
| Craving infernal fire | |
| With blood stained desire... | |
| I saw them feast upon | |
| My dying blood... | |
| Some ages passed | |
| Still we can' t forget | |
| Extermination from the past | |
| Our hate will last | |
| They cry for peace | |
| For a dying race | |
| No mercy, face to face | |
| And let the weapons bleed... | |
| The dead will feast upon | |
| My dying blood... |