| Song | Forgotten Cult of Aldaron |
| Artist | Behemoth |
| Album | Chaotica |
| 作曲 : Nergal | |
| Since a long time I've visited those old dungeons | |
| I spilled the first blood in the depth | |
| In the darkness of the forest's maze | |
| I found her, morbid beauty | |
| I used to spend whole days | |
| In the mystic places of Delduwath | |
| There, where the light of the halfmoon | |
| Fell as the dying sun | |
| The wolf's howling was lulling to sleep | |
| My young soul... | |
| How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land | |
| How wonderful was the life in complete solitude | |
| Away from villages and towns, mansions and palaces | |
| The last moments give birth to memories in me | |
| Who was that beauty, majestic and great | |
| What were those views, beautifully gilded by leaves | |
| Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts | |
| They stole my solitude and independence | |
| I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding | |
| I am awaiting for mother, the last hope, death | |
| Let the died out fire away in me, let it awake Aldaron | |
| Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms | |
| The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves | |
| Tears of soil filled the green valleys | |
| Naked Carpathian mountains denudated its might | |
| Rights which created this world | |
| With fury strike heaven, pearly gates | |
| The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war | |
| The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow | |
| Turned into the scream of the dying light... |
| zuò qǔ : Nergal | |
| Since a long time I' ve visited those old dungeons | |
| I spilled the first blood in the depth | |
| In the darkness of the forest' s maze | |
| I found her, morbid beauty | |
| I used to spend whole days | |
| In the mystic places of Delduwath | |
| There, where the light of the halfmoon | |
| Fell as the dying sun | |
| The wolf' s howling was lulling to sleep | |
| My young soul... | |
| How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land | |
| How wonderful was the life in complete solitude | |
| Away from villages and towns, mansions and palaces | |
| The last moments give birth to memories in me | |
| Who was that beauty, majestic and great | |
| What were those views, beautifully gilded by leaves | |
| Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts | |
| They stole my solitude and independence | |
| I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding | |
| I am awaiting for mother, the last hope, death | |
| Let the died out fire away in me, let it awake Aldaron | |
| Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms | |
| The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves | |
| Tears of soil filled the green valleys | |
| Naked Carpathian mountains denudated its might | |
| Rights which created this world | |
| With fury strike heaven, pearly gates | |
| The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war | |
| The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow | |
| Turned into the scream of the dying light... |