| Song | Final Ritual |
| Artist | Dark Funeral |
| Album | Attera Totus Sanctus |
| 作词 : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
| Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone | |
| Cold and starving in the dark | |
| Moment by moment I am drifting closer | |
| To the land of the dead | |
| An incessant noise echoes in my skull | |
| It twines and vibrates down my spine | |
| Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves | |
| The noise grows louder, its source looming closer | |
| In a tightening spiral | |
| The center cannot hold, things fall apart | |
| It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes | |
| Is this really what dying feels like? | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I am sealed in my own tomb | |
| After nine days of fast | |
| The ritual will begin, long and painful it will be | |
| And most likely I will not come out alive... | |
| But I made up my mind | |
| There is no turning back now | |
| The utter destruction of light | |
| The end of my life | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I have formed my intentions | |
| The shadows gather, thickening the air | |
| I submit myself to the darkness | |
| And I throw myself into the abyss | |
| Ritual begins | |
| Is this really what dying feels like? | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I have formed my intentions | |
| The shadows gather, thickening the air | |
| I submit myself to the darkness | |
| And I throw myself into the abyss | |
| I offer thee, my flesh and blood | |
| Guide me through the gates | |
| Grant to me, eternal life | |
| The ultimate sacrifice |
| zuò cí : Caligula, Lord Ahriman | |
| Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone | |
| Cold and starving in the dark | |
| Moment by moment I am drifting closer | |
| To the land of the dead | |
| An incessant noise echoes in my skull | |
| It twines and vibrates down my spine | |
| Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves | |
| The noise grows louder, its source looming closer | |
| In a tightening spiral | |
| The center cannot hold, things fall apart | |
| It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes | |
| Is this really what dying feels like? | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I am sealed in my own tomb | |
| After nine days of fast | |
| The ritual will begin, long and painful it will be | |
| And most likely I will not come out alive... | |
| But I made up my mind | |
| There is no turning back now | |
| The utter destruction of light | |
| The end of my life | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I have formed my intentions | |
| The shadows gather, thickening the air | |
| I submit myself to the darkness | |
| And I throw myself into the abyss | |
| Ritual begins | |
| Is this really what dying feels like? | |
| Ritual begins when the moon are at crest | |
| And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates | |
| The silvermoon white blade so cold against my skin | |
| And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark | |
| I have formed my intentions | |
| The shadows gather, thickening the air | |
| I submit myself to the darkness | |
| And I throw myself into the abyss | |
| I offer thee, my flesh and blood | |
| Guide me through the gates | |
| Grant to me, eternal life | |
| The ultimate sacrifice |