| Song | Shrine Of Life |
| Artist | Kataklysm |
| Album | Sorcery/Mystical Gate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Houde, Kataklysm | |
| Marching corpse to rise | |
| I must fulfill my new destiny | |
| Crawlwalking from my suicide | |
| As I penetrate the exit of my home | |
| People look up at me | |
| With repugnance and disgust | |
| I'm now an enemy of my race | |
| Outside my domain, | |
| I discover | |
| That my dreaming abilities | |
| Were my undead powers | |
| Casting a spell to the point of no return | |
| At the forgotten | |
| Isle Where lies the forbidden | |
| Shrine Out of my tornado field | |
| Near the sacred | |
| Shrine I climb the steps of knowledge | |
| Each step inflicts me terrible pain | |
| Decomposation of my soul | |
| As my organs rot away | |
| Flesh falling part by part | |
| Dematerialization | |
| In front of the pedestal | |
| I open the | |
| Golden book | |
| And some of my fingers fall off | |
| A bright radiance illuminates from the | |
| Book This gleam dissolves my eyes | |
| The pus flows on my cheeks | |
| At this moment a voice says... | |
| What are thine pupose? | |
| As I answer! | |
| One of my arms breaks into pieces | |
| I am here... | |
| I want to repend myself... | |
| From my will of death | |
| Art thou sure? | |
| Yes... Then read aloud what is written... | |
| I can't, my eyes... | |
| I must concentrate... | |
| I see the chant of life | |
| The mantra to reborn | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Veramocor | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Now I can hear thousands of lamenting | |
| Damians Around the sacred shrine | |
| Waiting for my soul to fall | |
| My body cracks in two | |
| I keep my faith 'till the end of the beginning | |
| As my torso of vomiting worms dies | |
| My brain explodes... | |
| My spirit is thrown in... | |
| I'm Alive, free to be reborn |
| zuo qu : Houde, Kataklysm | |
| Marching corpse to rise | |
| I must fulfill my new destiny | |
| Crawlwalking from my suicide | |
| As I penetrate the exit of my home | |
| People look up at me | |
| With repugnance and disgust | |
| I' m now an enemy of my race | |
| Outside my domain, | |
| I discover | |
| That my dreaming abilities | |
| Were my undead powers | |
| Casting a spell to the point of no return | |
| At the forgotten | |
| Isle Where lies the forbidden | |
| Shrine Out of my tornado field | |
| Near the sacred | |
| Shrine I climb the steps of knowledge | |
| Each step inflicts me terrible pain | |
| Decomposation of my soul | |
| As my organs rot away | |
| Flesh falling part by part | |
| Dematerialization | |
| In front of the pedestal | |
| I open the | |
| Golden book | |
| And some of my fingers fall off | |
| A bright radiance illuminates from the | |
| Book This gleam dissolves my eyes | |
| The pus flows on my cheeks | |
| At this moment a voice says... | |
| What are thine pupose? | |
| As I answer! | |
| One of my arms breaks into pieces | |
| I am here... | |
| I want to repend myself... | |
| From my will of death | |
| Art thou sure? | |
| Yes... Then read aloud what is written... | |
| I can' t, my eyes... | |
| I must concentrate... | |
| I see the chant of life | |
| The mantra to reborn | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Veramocor | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Now I can hear thousands of lamenting | |
| Damians Around the sacred shrine | |
| Waiting for my soul to fall | |
| My body cracks in two | |
| I keep my faith ' till the end of the beginning | |
| As my torso of vomiting worms dies | |
| My brain explodes... | |
| My spirit is thrown in... | |
| I' m Alive, free to be reborn |
| zuò qǔ : Houde, Kataklysm | |
| Marching corpse to rise | |
| I must fulfill my new destiny | |
| Crawlwalking from my suicide | |
| As I penetrate the exit of my home | |
| People look up at me | |
| With repugnance and disgust | |
| I' m now an enemy of my race | |
| Outside my domain, | |
| I discover | |
| That my dreaming abilities | |
| Were my undead powers | |
| Casting a spell to the point of no return | |
| At the forgotten | |
| Isle Where lies the forbidden | |
| Shrine Out of my tornado field | |
| Near the sacred | |
| Shrine I climb the steps of knowledge | |
| Each step inflicts me terrible pain | |
| Decomposation of my soul | |
| As my organs rot away | |
| Flesh falling part by part | |
| Dematerialization | |
| In front of the pedestal | |
| I open the | |
| Golden book | |
| And some of my fingers fall off | |
| A bright radiance illuminates from the | |
| Book This gleam dissolves my eyes | |
| The pus flows on my cheeks | |
| At this moment a voice says... | |
| What are thine pupose? | |
| As I answer! | |
| One of my arms breaks into pieces | |
| I am here... | |
| I want to repend myself... | |
| From my will of death | |
| Art thou sure? | |
| Yes... Then read aloud what is written... | |
| I can' t, my eyes... | |
| I must concentrate... | |
| I see the chant of life | |
| The mantra to reborn | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Veramocor | |
| Ahm... Mu... | |
| Hum... Cah... | |
| Now I can hear thousands of lamenting | |
| Damians Around the sacred shrine | |
| Waiting for my soul to fall | |
| My body cracks in two | |
| I keep my faith ' till the end of the beginning | |
| As my torso of vomiting worms dies | |
| My brain explodes... | |
| My spirit is thrown in... | |
| I' m Alive, free to be reborn |