| Song | Khronos |
| Artist | Rotting Christ |
| Album | Khronos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sakis | |
| Origin of time / the face of old flesh | |
| Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain | |
| Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty | |
| Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray And shining flames / burning the night sky | |
| Until you / who walk among the liking | |
| Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
| Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
| He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
| With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
| Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed | |
| Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule | |
| The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights | |
| The sky is empty / a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
| Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh | |
| Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh | |
| Snow is falling through / the living is gone | |
| Then the memory / of old fear is upon | |
| Rushes sordid through / winged black images | |
| Who shall build / an empty sky | |
| Same as the origin / of your face | |
| Origin of time / origin of time |
| zuo ci : Sakis | |
| Origin of time the face of old flesh | |
| Crumbles the earth my feet and brain | |
| Collapsing into measures of nature' s killing liberty | |
| Lights gone an empty house should be filled of empty pain | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray And shining flames burning the night sky | |
| Until you who walk among the liking | |
| Touch the overbearing fall on the crushed | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
| Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
| He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
| With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
| Tough the overweening fall on the crushed | |
| Blind eyes of old light pigs shall rule | |
| The flesh of kings devoured for six nights | |
| The sky is empty a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
| Her feet and brain the face of old flesh | |
| Like an empty light house hiding the cold flesh | |
| Snow is falling through the living is gone | |
| Then the memory of old fear is upon | |
| Rushes sordid through winged black images | |
| Who shall build an empty sky | |
| Same as the origin of your face | |
| Origin of time origin of time |
| zuò cí : Sakis | |
| Origin of time the face of old flesh | |
| Crumbles the earth my feet and brain | |
| Collapsing into measures of nature' s killing liberty | |
| Lights gone an empty house should be filled of empty pain | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray And shining flames burning the night sky | |
| Until you who walk among the liking | |
| Touch the overbearing fall on the crushed | |
| In the light of a young moon | |
| The cold dark night becomes scary soon | |
| A thorn in my soul your face fade away | |
| Awake like an owl for salvation | |
| I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not | |
| Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls | |
| He who rules the flesh of the pigs | |
| With an oral smile shall pray on fools | |
| Tough the overweening fall on the crushed | |
| Blind eyes of old light pigs shall rule | |
| The flesh of kings devoured for six nights | |
| The sky is empty a golden snake crumbles the earth | |
| Her feet and brain the face of old flesh | |
| Like an empty light house hiding the cold flesh | |
| Snow is falling through the living is gone | |
| Then the memory of old fear is upon | |
| Rushes sordid through winged black images | |
| Who shall build an empty sky | |
| Same as the origin of your face | |
| Origin of time origin of time |