| Song | Duelist |
| Artist | True Widow |
| Album | True Widow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Estill, Phillips | |
| Come at dawn | |
| All the burning lights are wasted | |
| Tongue tied now | |
| You can't understand the torture | |
| In the morning of the day | |
| With the cold world brings a fear | |
| Solitude | |
| Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
| Deep and dark underground | |
| Apart from all that's aching | |
| In the seconds near a time | |
| Just a figure in my mind | |
| And a pale cloud passes by | |
| When the mourning doves' on high | |
| I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
| Out the gate I come undone | |
| How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
| Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
| Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
| Rest and breath in all your last of days |
| zuo qu : Estill, Phillips | |
| Come at dawn | |
| All the burning lights are wasted | |
| Tongue tied now | |
| You can' t understand the torture | |
| In the morning of the day | |
| With the cold world brings a fear | |
| Solitude | |
| Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
| Deep and dark underground | |
| Apart from all that' s aching | |
| In the seconds near a time | |
| Just a figure in my mind | |
| And a pale cloud passes by | |
| When the mourning doves' on high | |
| I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
| Out the gate I come undone | |
| How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
| Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
| Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
| Rest and breath in all your last of days |
| zuò qǔ : Estill, Phillips | |
| Come at dawn | |
| All the burning lights are wasted | |
| Tongue tied now | |
| You can' t understand the torture | |
| In the morning of the day | |
| With the cold world brings a fear | |
| Solitude | |
| Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
| Deep and dark underground | |
| Apart from all that' s aching | |
| In the seconds near a time | |
| Just a figure in my mind | |
| And a pale cloud passes by | |
| When the mourning doves' on high | |
| I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
| Out the gate I come undone | |
| How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
| Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
| Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
| Rest and breath in all your last of days |