| Song | Mourning |
| Artist | The Obsessed |
| Album | The Church Within |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Not wear black | |
| Be it not of the same faith | |
| Living trials can't be won | |
| In the end the hands will be held back | |
| In the eyes September sun | |
| The magic's gone | |
| Tempting fate with the surest of hands | |
| Come to be a profession, to walk with | |
| You in a mind of many lands | |
| Has been my sole obsession | |
| The magic's here | |
| Always cherish and always hold | |
| Not in health but in sickness | |
| And in the realm when all is said and told | |
| There is no equal likeness | |
| The magic's gone |