| Song | This Passing Into The Power Of Demons |
| Artist | Goatwhore |
| Album | Carving Out The Eyes Of God |
| 作曲 : Duet, Falgoust, Simmons | |
| The eyes of this disgorged life, their faces are scared with lies | |
| Scratched marks on the walls in place of words | |
| Washed out, condemned, unearth this relic of the lecher | |
| Contorted spasm of demonic control, cold-blooded, impassive | |
| Hesitant in this disaster | |
| Fear gaps this subconscious plane | |
| Heavy breathing in final words | |
| Comprised in fragments of suicide | |
| Keeper of dead souls in the scythe of passing, | |
| Tormentor of self misery, a moment of weakness | |
| Carrier of the secret to annihilate the universe of | |
| All that was living, deceiver of lifeless entrance to the beyond | |
| Crafted massacre from the undivine | |
| A nomad of accursed paths | |
| Spitting poison from distorted tongues | |
| This guardian of the cursed | |
| Chanting these words of possession, | |
| Calling to the burnt kingdoms | |
| These ashen angels with the | |
| Horns of these superior demons | |
| Loss of faith bleeds from sliced wrists | |
| Wretched thought of this self intervention | |
| Sinful tongue will act as the spawn | |
| For the words of this incantation | |
| Holding innocence as a caged animal to be | |
| Absent for recover in a later cause | |
| Heavy breathing in hellish attack, | |
| God of heaven holds no ground in this place of black | |
| Sympathy dies in this immortal state, forcing the divine into killing their own | |
| Rise from the remains of this revived pandemonium | |
| This face of evil covered in prolific tunes | |
| A ceremony of these inverted rites | |
| Hate enduced fever of heavenly domains | |
| Inflicted rage from this evil spirit | |
| Secured in this cleanse, of transient minds | |
| Crumbling savage esponse, sanction is questioned | |
| Sensory degeneration, of positive emotion | |
| Upon the return, the rise of demons | |
| Endless suffering, prevails the host | |
| Ingesting this saga, from this place of cold |
| zuò qǔ : Duet, Falgoust, Simmons | |
| The eyes of this disgorged life, their faces are scared with lies | |
| Scratched marks on the walls in place of words | |
| Washed out, condemned, unearth this relic of the lecher | |
| Contorted spasm of demonic control, coldblooded, impassive | |
| Hesitant in this disaster | |
| Fear gaps this subconscious plane | |
| Heavy breathing in final words | |
| Comprised in fragments of suicide | |
| Keeper of dead souls in the scythe of passing, | |
| Tormentor of self misery, a moment of weakness | |
| Carrier of the secret to annihilate the universe of | |
| All that was living, deceiver of lifeless entrance to the beyond | |
| Crafted massacre from the undivine | |
| A nomad of accursed paths | |
| Spitting poison from distorted tongues | |
| This guardian of the cursed | |
| Chanting these words of possession, | |
| Calling to the burnt kingdoms | |
| These ashen angels with the | |
| Horns of these superior demons | |
| Loss of faith bleeds from sliced wrists | |
| Wretched thought of this self intervention | |
| Sinful tongue will act as the spawn | |
| For the words of this incantation | |
| Holding innocence as a caged animal to be | |
| Absent for recover in a later cause | |
| Heavy breathing in hellish attack, | |
| God of heaven holds no ground in this place of black | |
| Sympathy dies in this immortal state, forcing the divine into killing their own | |
| Rise from the remains of this revived pandemonium | |
| This face of evil covered in prolific tunes | |
| A ceremony of these inverted rites | |
| Hate enduced fever of heavenly domains | |
| Inflicted rage from this evil spirit | |
| Secured in this cleanse, of transient minds | |
| Crumbling savage esponse, sanction is questioned | |
| Sensory degeneration, of positive emotion | |
| Upon the return, the rise of demons | |
| Endless suffering, prevails the host | |
| Ingesting this saga, from this place of cold |