| Song | Obsessed By Death |
| Artist | Summon |
| Album | And The Blood Runs Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Summon, Xaphan | |
| Is this a dream, Dream of infinity | |
| Looking through the eyes of death what do you feel? | |
| He who stares but never sees inside the addled mind of deep thoughts | |
| Thoughts to be | |
| Lost in dreams of one thousand deeds done | |
| Burden with fear, fear of fate | |
| Fall to the depths of those weeping with desire | |
| Cold hearts of pain, bleeding to bestow | |
| Longong for an end | |
| Fall to the depths of viewless thoughts and thoughtless views | |
| Self-realization obsessed by death | |
| Death stares but never sees, lost in debt of a thousand deeds | |
| Always is, never was myself | |
| In a moment all thought is lost | |
| All senses run dry |
| zuo qu : Summon, Xaphan | |
| Is this a dream, Dream of infinity | |
| Looking through the eyes of death what do you feel? | |
| He who stares but never sees inside the addled mind of deep thoughts | |
| Thoughts to be | |
| Lost in dreams of one thousand deeds done | |
| Burden with fear, fear of fate | |
| Fall to the depths of those weeping with desire | |
| Cold hearts of pain, bleeding to bestow | |
| Longong for an end | |
| Fall to the depths of viewless thoughts and thoughtless views | |
| Selfrealization obsessed by death | |
| Death stares but never sees, lost in debt of a thousand deeds | |
| Always is, never was myself | |
| In a moment all thought is lost | |
| All senses run dry |
| zuò qǔ : Summon, Xaphan | |
| Is this a dream, Dream of infinity | |
| Looking through the eyes of death what do you feel? | |
| He who stares but never sees inside the addled mind of deep thoughts | |
| Thoughts to be | |
| Lost in dreams of one thousand deeds done | |
| Burden with fear, fear of fate | |
| Fall to the depths of those weeping with desire | |
| Cold hearts of pain, bleeding to bestow | |
| Longong for an end | |
| Fall to the depths of viewless thoughts and thoughtless views | |
| Selfrealization obsessed by death | |
| Death stares but never sees, lost in debt of a thousand deeds | |
| Always is, never was myself | |
| In a moment all thought is lost | |
| All senses run dry |