| Song | Chamber Master |
| Artist | Hatesphere |
| Album | The Sickness within |
| 作曲 : Ehlert, Hansen, Hatesphere | |
| Your entire body racked with pain | |
| Blinding Searing at the depths of your soul | |
| Surrounded by darkness in the pitch black of the hole | |
| You’re not alone | |
| You see the others chained to the walls | |
| Some strapped to the rack in the center of the floor | |
| You hear their cries which bellowes from their code | |
| Reverberating through the stone room never fading | |
| I’m the chambermaster, | |
| I’m here for you | |
| I’ll crush you ‘till you do whatever | |
| I want you to | |
| I’ll cut you free of your serpent skin | |
| And let the devil take you in | |
| I can smell your rotten soul | |
| Smell its putrid corruption [Solo – Heinz] | |
| I am not here to save you | |
| I’ll show you the truth and you will fold | |
| Sweet smell of burning flesh fills your throat | |
| Your ankles wrapped in leatherstraps | |
| Don’t be afraid, | |
| I’ll be right there | |
| Before you can scream out and plea for death | |
| I’m the chambermaster, | |
| I’m here for you | |
| I’ll crush you ‘till you do whatever | |
| I want you to | |
| I’ll cut you free of your serpent skin | |
| And let the devil take you in |
| zuò qǔ : Ehlert, Hansen, Hatesphere | |
| Your entire body racked with pain | |
| Blinding Searing at the depths of your soul | |
| Surrounded by darkness in the pitch black of the hole | |
| You' re not alone | |
| You see the others chained to the walls | |
| Some strapped to the rack in the center of the floor | |
| You hear their cries which bellowes from their code | |
| Reverberating through the stone room never fading | |
| I' m the chambermaster, | |
| I' m here for you | |
| I' ll crush you ' till you do whatever | |
| I want you to | |
| I' ll cut you free of your serpent skin | |
| And let the devil take you in | |
| I can smell your rotten soul | |
| Smell its putrid corruption Solo Heinz | |
| I am not here to save you | |
| I' ll show you the truth and you will fold | |
| Sweet smell of burning flesh fills your throat | |
| Your ankles wrapped in leatherstraps | |
| Don' t be afraid, | |
| I' ll be right there | |
| Before you can scream out and plea for death | |
| I' m the chambermaster, | |
| I' m here for you | |
| I' ll crush you ' till you do whatever | |
| I want you to | |
| I' ll cut you free of your serpent skin | |
| And let the devil take you in |