| Song | Death Roll |
| Artist | Infernal Majesty |
| Album | Unholier Than Thou |
| 作曲 : Bailey, Hallman | |
| Open your eyes to the under | |
| God Arouse, in flame, temper | |
| Seize this moment it's his appetite | |
| Not to be, undermined, insane rage>/ | |
| P> Cyclones though, like a hurricane | |
| Your diminutive microcosm lies in your hands | |
| Pray to God by a dying sun | |
| The salvation of hungry | |
| Gods Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Reach out, reach out into the flames | |
| You lack the will to bend my friend | |
| Grimace, a ghastly green glow | |
| Always waiting for the weak | |
| Words of gospel, infected lies | |
| His diminutive microcosm lies your hands | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| In my minds eye | |
| I can see your soul | |
| In my minds eye this is the death roll | |
| Not what you think, you can't feel | |
| Not what you think, you can't breathe | |
| In my minds eye | |
| I now own your soul (far away, far away, far away, far away) | |
| In my minds eye this is the death roll |
| zuò qǔ : Bailey, Hallman | |
| Open your eyes to the under | |
| God Arouse, in flame, temper | |
| Seize this moment it' s his appetite | |
| Not to be, undermined, insane rage | |
| P Cyclones though, like a hurricane | |
| Your diminutive microcosm lies in your hands | |
| Pray to God by a dying sun | |
| The salvation of hungry | |
| Gods Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Reach out, reach out into the flames | |
| You lack the will to bend my friend | |
| Grimace, a ghastly green glow | |
| Always waiting for the weak | |
| Words of gospel, infected lies | |
| His diminutive microcosm lies your hands | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| Try to control rabidity | |
| Gritting, in, red | |
| In my minds eye | |
| I can see your soul | |
| In my minds eye this is the death roll | |
| Not what you think, you can' t feel | |
| Not what you think, you can' t breathe | |
| In my minds eye | |
| I now own your soul far away, far away, far away, far away | |
| In my minds eye this is the death roll |