| Song | Hidden in the Fog |
| Artist | Behemoth |
| Album | Sventevith |
| 作曲 : Tomasz | |
| Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven | |
| Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon | |
| In the old ruins where the dying shadows | |
| Are watching the shine from the stars | |
| Nobody remembers days of glory | |
| Several hundreds years passed in silence | |
| Not a soul has been seen here | |
| O am standing on the hill | |
| So silent in the sky | |
| I am drinking the cold of this night | |
| Old gray wolf flying upon my feet | |
| Is licking the hand of mine | |
| It is night: in my heart | |
| It is moon: in my eyes | |
| I am hidden in a fog - my own breath | |
| Small village in a valley | |
| Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me! | |
| Loathsome race of mortals | |
| Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats | |
| Faithful guards of religion | |
| Old as the blood itself | |
| The cult of the undead | |
| Vampirism | |
| Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain | |
| She was only fourteen | |
| No cry has burst from her lips | |
| Pity that she had to die | |
| But bow sweet was her neck | |
| It is night: in my heart | |
| It is moon: in my eyes | |
| I am hidden in a fog | |
| My own breath | |
| Sometimes only my anthem of triumph | |
| Echoes in mountains landscape | |
| Like blood from thorn opened arteries | |
| Poison flows down the tongue | |
| Somewhere far away a howling can be heard | |
| Oh, how beautiful is the night in | |
| Transylvania! | |
| Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain | |
| Blood is life: | |
| ETERNAL! |
| zuò qǔ : Tomasz | |
| Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven | |
| Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon | |
| In the old ruins where the dying shadows | |
| Are watching the shine from the stars | |
| Nobody remembers days of glory | |
| Several hundreds years passed in silence | |
| Not a soul has been seen here | |
| O am standing on the hill | |
| So silent in the sky | |
| I am drinking the cold of this night | |
| Old gray wolf flying upon my feet | |
| Is licking the hand of mine | |
| It is night: in my heart | |
| It is moon: in my eyes | |
| I am hidden in a fog my own breath | |
| Small village in a valley | |
| Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me! | |
| Loathsome race of mortals | |
| Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats | |
| Faithful guards of religion | |
| Old as the blood itself | |
| The cult of the undead | |
| Vampirism | |
| Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain | |
| She was only fourteen | |
| No cry has burst from her lips | |
| Pity that she had to die | |
| But bow sweet was her neck | |
| It is night: in my heart | |
| It is moon: in my eyes | |
| I am hidden in a fog | |
| My own breath | |
| Sometimes only my anthem of triumph | |
| Echoes in mountains landscape | |
| Like blood from thorn opened arteries | |
| Poison flows down the tongue | |
| Somewhere far away a howling can be heard | |
| Oh, how beautiful is the night in | |
| Transylvania! | |
| Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain | |
| Blood is life: | |
| ETERNAL! |