| Song | Hail Murder |
| Artist | Dark Funeral |
| Album | De Profundis Clamavi Ad Te Domine |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Ahriman, Caligula |
| [00:39.52] | In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son. |
| [00:46.85] | His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. |
| [00:54.04] | Asking himself, where is my god now? |
| [01:00.84] | Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. |
| [01:07.92] | Hail murder, your god of filth won't help you now. |
| [01:14.90] | Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. |
| [01:36.79] | Carry your cross, to your own doom. |
| [01:40.07] | Meet the people's hatred. |
| [01:43.74] | You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. |
| [02:19.29] | Christian blood soon will cover the ground. |
| [02:25.98] | As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. |
| [02:33.14] | A crucified whore, that's what you are. |
| [02:39.81] | The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. |
| [02:47.06] | Hail murder, your god of filth won't help you now. |
| [02:54.06] | Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. |
| [03:01.45] | Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. |
| [03:08.67] | Hail murder, I am the spear in his side. |
| [03:29.65] | Carry your cross, to your own doom. |
| [03:32.96] | Meet the people's hatred. |
| [03:36.63] | You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. |
| [03:57.02] | The demons fly high, they circle above. |
| [04:00.09] | Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. |
| [04:03.86] | The lord of lies, soon to die. |
| [04:06.98] | Thousand of years of pain await. |
| [04:10.43] | Hail murder, your god of filth won't help you now. |
| [04:17.45] | Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. |
| [04:24.77] | Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. |
| [04:31.90] | Hail murder, I am the spear in his side. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Ahriman, Caligula |
| [00:39.52] | In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son. |
| [00:46.85] | His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. |
| [00:54.04] | Asking himself, where is my god now? |
| [01:00.84] | Preacher of lies, soon to be nailed. |
| [01:07.92] | Hail murder, your god of filth won' t help you now. |
| [01:14.90] | Hail murder, soon to meet the evil one. |
| [01:36.79] | Carry your cross, to your own doom. |
| [01:40.07] | Meet the people' s hatred. |
| [01:43.74] | You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. |
| [02:19.29] | Christian blood soon will cover the ground. |
| [02:25.98] | As I drive the nails of evil, deep inside. |
| [02:33.14] | A crucified whore, that' s what you are. |
| [02:39.81] | The only crown you have, is one made of thorns. |
| [02:47.06] | Hail murder, your god of filth won' t help you now. |
| [02:54.06] | Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. |
| [03:01.45] | Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. |
| [03:08.67] | Hail murder, I am the spear in his side. |
| [03:29.65] | Carry your cross, to your own doom. |
| [03:32.96] | Meet the people' s hatred. |
| [03:36.63] | You will die amongst the dirt, where you belong. |
| [03:57.02] | The demons fly high, they circle above. |
| [04:00.09] | Waits for his blood to stop flow, and to collect his soul. |
| [04:03.86] | The lord of lies, soon to die. |
| [04:06.98] | Thousand of years of pain await. |
| [04:10.43] | Hail murder, your god of filth won' t help you now. |
| [04:17.45] | Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. |
| [04:24.77] | Hail murder, as the nails are hammered in deep. |
| [04:31.90] | Hail murder, I am the spear in his side. |