| Song | Hunger of the Innocent |
| Artist | Cemetary |
| Album | Black Vanity |
| 作词 : Lodmalm | |
| The ruins shall bear witness to what I’ve become | |
| Damned by the riddles of shame | |
| Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames | |
| The disease now lives again | |
| So the thorn has grown since then | |
| Animation of disgrace | |
| From the years when I had a face | |
| Long lost pictures come to life once more | |
| The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream | |
| The smell of dying colors, and illusions that bleed | |
| The threads are all wearing thin | |
| But still they let no sunshine in | |
| Desolation comes alone | |
| As the skin falls from our bones | |
| Oblivion lies safe within these hands | |
| A hangman shadow resting upon my back | |
| Imprisonment — a godly state of being | |
| Where time is merely a word existing in past tense | |
| Feed the hole and welcome to my wound | |
| Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams | |
| Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams | |
| The witness of my ruin came to follow me | |
| The riddles soon perished in shame | |
| As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames | |
| The hunger claws inside | |
| My innocence went with the tide | |
| Served the agents of decay | |
| Now watch impurity wash away |
| zuò cí : Lodmalm | |
| The ruins shall bear witness to what I' ve become | |
| Damned by the riddles of shame | |
| Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames | |
| The disease now lives again | |
| So the thorn has grown since then | |
| Animation of disgrace | |
| From the years when I had a face | |
| Long lost pictures come to life once more | |
| The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream | |
| The smell of dying colors, and illusions that bleed | |
| The threads are all wearing thin | |
| But still they let no sunshine in | |
| Desolation comes alone | |
| As the skin falls from our bones | |
| Oblivion lies safe within these hands | |
| A hangman shadow resting upon my back | |
| Imprisonment a godly state of being | |
| Where time is merely a word existing in past tense | |
| Feed the hole and welcome to my wound | |
| Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams | |
| Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams | |
| The witness of my ruin came to follow me | |
| The riddles soon perished in shame | |
| As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames | |
| The hunger claws inside | |
| My innocence went with the tide | |
| Served the agents of decay | |
| Now watch impurity wash away |