[00:00.000] 作词 : Seiji Kakuzaki
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Katsumasa Yoshida/Takeshi Ohkouchi/Atsushi Miyata/Seiji Kakuzaki
[00:40.752]"Malleus Malleficarum"... Scripture for the torturer
[00:45.523]All of the innocent suspects are butchered by the lord of flies
[00:49.841]He is called Beelzebuh... the tyrant who lost his sanity
[00:54.553]Gaze into the fire of nocturne, now the ceremonious trial begins
[01:08.215]
[01:09.154]Anatomy of the beast... their agonies are his pleasure
[01:12.869]Their corpses rip to pieces, even God cannot be saviour
[01:17.331]Anatomy of the beast... anatomized with cult
[01:21.949]Soon all their wishes turn into desperation
[01:24.668]Disgrace for the creations of God
[01:41.570]Foul odor of mangled torsos
[01:44.897]Death awaits, but the trials continue everlasting
[01:49.771]They are captured by the cycle of rebirth
[01:56.181]
[02:40.537]Called by siren, enchanting queen of paradise
[02:44.723]Gehenna, a place for punishment, gaze into the fire of nocturne
[02:49.037]Dragged intestines are still moving, like dying red serpents
[02:53.107]Dying but still alive, ceremonious trials repeats again
[02:57.476]Pulled out embryos, they are eaten in their sleep
[03:01.526]Children full of hate, offering for the lord of flies

作词 : Seiji Kakuzaki
作曲 : Katsumasa Yoshida/Takeshi Ohkouchi/Atsushi Miyata/Seiji Kakuzaki
"Malleus Malleficarum"... Scripture for the torturer
All of the innocent suspects are butchered by the lord of flies
He is called Beelzebuh... the tyrant who lost his sanity
Gaze into the fire of nocturne, now the ceremonious trial begins
Anatomy of the beast... their agonies are his pleasure
Their corpses rip to pieces, even God cannot be saviour
Anatomy of the beast... anatomized with cult
Soon all their wishes turn into desperation
Disgrace for the creations of God
Foul odor of mangled torsos
Death awaits, but the trials continue everlasting
They are captured by the cycle of rebirth
Called by siren, enchanting queen of paradise
Gehenna, a place for punishment, gaze into the fire of nocturne
Dragged intestines are still moving, like dying red serpents
Dying but still alive, ceremonious trials repeats again
Pulled out embryos, they are eaten in their sleep
Children full of hate, offering for the lord of flies