| Song | Approaching Inner Circle |
| Artist | Anubis Gate |
| Album | A Perfect Forever |
| 作曲 : Fevre, Jensen, Olesen ... | |
| Pulled up before my eyes | |
| From thick ties of blood | |
| The picture of a sick head | |
| Left in pain to rot | |
| The connection that once was | |
| I cut off every tie | |
| His hands evoked disgust | |
| His mouth only spoke in lies | |
| Unavoidable confrontation | |
| Indispensable disgrace | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| Long lost memories come alive | |
| The further down I go | |
| One by one the pieces fit | |
| The puzzle in my know | |
| Oh how it hurts | |
| Images I see | |
| Now I faintly recall | |
| What you once did to me | |
| Unavoidable confrontation | |
| Indispensable disgrace | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| Come to me | |
| Help me through the endless misery | |
| Don?t you leave me now | |
| At the end of the rope | |
| I venture to see | |
| And everywhere I look | |
| Angels watching me | |
| At the end of the rope | |
| I venture to see | |
| And everywhere I look | |
| Angels watching me | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| The mystery?s in sight | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| With agony and fright |
| zuò qǔ : Fevre, Jensen, Olesen ... | |
| Pulled up before my eyes | |
| From thick ties of blood | |
| The picture of a sick head | |
| Left in pain to rot | |
| The connection that once was | |
| I cut off every tie | |
| His hands evoked disgust | |
| His mouth only spoke in lies | |
| Unavoidable confrontation | |
| Indispensable disgrace | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| Long lost memories come alive | |
| The further down I go | |
| One by one the pieces fit | |
| The puzzle in my know | |
| Oh how it hurts | |
| Images I see | |
| Now I faintly recall | |
| What you once did to me | |
| Unavoidable confrontation | |
| Indispensable disgrace | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| Come to me | |
| Help me through the endless misery | |
| Don? t you leave me now | |
| At the end of the rope | |
| I venture to see | |
| And everywhere I look | |
| Angels watching me | |
| At the end of the rope | |
| I venture to see | |
| And everywhere I look | |
| Angels watching me | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| The mystery? s in sight | |
| Approaching inner circle | |
| With agony and fright |