| Song | Your Blood Is Mine |
| Artist | Severe Torture |
| Album | Misanthropic Carnage |
| 作曲 : Severe Torture, Van De Loo | |
| Son of god, | |
| I'll slay you | |
| It's time for reality | |
| And for mankind to see | |
| There's no truth in your words | |
| The scars on your forehead | |
| Are the proof of mass betrayal | |
| Finally crowned to bleed | |
| Sent to your final destiny | |
| All the days of your existence | |
| Weren't enough to take over my soul | |
| I'll kill you instead : you vermin christ | |
| The wounds on your skin | |
| Infected, rotting | |
| You don't feel the pain because your mind is bleeding | |
| Your blood is mine | |
| Veins sucked empty | |
| Swallowing madness | |
| Your words of salvation | |
| Nothing but a lie | |
| You will not convince me | |
| You will not break me | |
| Defending your fake identity |
| zuò qǔ : Severe Torture, Van De Loo | |
| Son of god, | |
| I' ll slay you | |
| It' s time for reality | |
| And for mankind to see | |
| There' s no truth in your words | |
| The scars on your forehead | |
| Are the proof of mass betrayal | |
| Finally crowned to bleed | |
| Sent to your final destiny | |
| All the days of your existence | |
| Weren' t enough to take over my soul | |
| I' ll kill you instead : you vermin christ | |
| The wounds on your skin | |
| Infected, rotting | |
| You don' t feel the pain because your mind is bleeding | |
| Your blood is mine | |
| Veins sucked empty | |
| Swallowing madness | |
| Your words of salvation | |
| Nothing but a lie | |
| You will not convince me | |
| You will not break me | |
| Defending your fake identity |