| Song | Under a Mourning Star |
| Artist | Conception |
| Album | In Your Multitude |
| 作曲 : Khan, Østby | |
| I'm a new messiah won't you cry a tear for me | |
| I absorb your sleepless nights | |
| I'm a black horizon | |
| I'm solitude in chains always in your way 'cause this is my land won't you join my lamentation take your time, remember | |
| I am just a breath away look into my eyes, they're hollow but | |
| I see the rising flow only pain can cure my sorrow nothing compares to the dreams that | |
| I know can you hear me under the mourning star all | |
| I dream of all the thoughts | |
| I must expel who would who could who dares who cares who would trade his soul for my monocracy a silver line for me to climb out of the shades to find tomorrow the pain your master claims | |
| I live it every day so you are my land look into my eyes, they're hollow who's behind, they never show | |
| I have waited long, my fellow nothing compares to the hopes that | |
| I've grown can you hear me under the mourning star all | |
| I dream of all the thoughts | |
| I must expel who would who could who dares who cares your conception will remain dogmas in the breeze enclosed by anys pain |
| zuò qǔ : Khan, stby | |
| I' m a new messiah won' t you cry a tear for me | |
| I absorb your sleepless nights | |
| I' m a black horizon | |
| I' m solitude in chains always in your way ' cause this is my land won' t you join my lamentation take your time, remember | |
| I am just a breath away look into my eyes, they' re hollow but | |
| I see the rising flow only pain can cure my sorrow nothing compares to the dreams that | |
| I know can you hear me under the mourning star all | |
| I dream of all the thoughts | |
| I must expel who would who could who dares who cares who would trade his soul for my monocracy a silver line for me to climb out of the shades to find tomorrow the pain your master claims | |
| I live it every day so you are my land look into my eyes, they' re hollow who' s behind, they never show | |
| I have waited long, my fellow nothing compares to the hopes that | |
| I' ve grown can you hear me under the mourning star all | |
| I dream of all the thoughts | |
| I must expel who would who could who dares who cares your conception will remain dogmas in the breeze enclosed by anys pain |