| Song | Wolves Guard My Coffin |
| Artist | Behemoth |
| Album | Sventevith |
| 作曲 : Nergal | |
| Delightful night... | |
| When the fullmoon lights cemetery’s valley | |
| Winds of frost strike my tomb | |
| When I am in eternal sleep | |
| When wild storms dwell | |
| Wind blows through the | |
| Baltic Instincts unleash the war inside | |
| And strike the sky with holocausthunder | |
| Mountains sleep, the forest | |
| Covers freezing land where | |
| I was born | |
| Now I walk among the castles | |
| Watch the streams of frozen tears | |
| Spilled with blood of forefathers | |
| Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form | |
| And spirits gather, floating on the mist | |
| My eastern empires spread the wings of winter | |
| Visions of destruction, ruins and tragedies | |
| Tasting pure sin, fade into the pit | |
| And walk through my beloved, endless woods... | |
| I summon all the beauty | |
| Evil To rape the bodies of your disciples | |
| Too long I hide in the shades of woods... | |
| And now I build my beauty | |
| Hall Wallachian tyrant, | |
| I bring a winter | |
| I come with frost and burning hate | |
| Follow the | |
| Gods of Eastern lands | |
| Being the battle which blows the earth |
| zuò qǔ : Nergal | |
| Delightful night... | |
| When the fullmoon lights cemetery' s valley | |
| Winds of frost strike my tomb | |
| When I am in eternal sleep | |
| When wild storms dwell | |
| Wind blows through the | |
| Baltic Instincts unleash the war inside | |
| And strike the sky with holocausthunder | |
| Mountains sleep, the forest | |
| Covers freezing land where | |
| I was born | |
| Now I walk among the castles | |
| Watch the streams of frozen tears | |
| Spilled with blood of forefathers | |
| Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form | |
| And spirits gather, floating on the mist | |
| My eastern empires spread the wings of winter | |
| Visions of destruction, ruins and tragedies | |
| Tasting pure sin, fade into the pit | |
| And walk through my beloved, endless woods... | |
| I summon all the beauty | |
| Evil To rape the bodies of your disciples | |
| Too long I hide in the shades of woods... | |
| And now I build my beauty | |
| Hall Wallachian tyrant, | |
| I bring a winter | |
| I come with frost and burning hate | |
| Follow the | |
| Gods of Eastern lands | |
| Being the battle which blows the earth |