| Song | The Foe Sublime |
| Artist | Burst |
| Album | Prey on Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burst, Liverod, Rydberg | |
| Feigned The image of a world unfolds | |
| Deluded, but divine | |
| It sees us mocking gifted grace | |
| A stolen self | |
| Will not succumb | |
| See your face in the mirror | |
| It's your image on a face of another | |
| See your principles | |
| Constantly wither | |
| What is this will but a riddle? | |
| In splendor | |
| We were born again | |
| Renewed and whole, | |
| A chance reborn | |
| Sustenance | |
| We've found | |
| Yet we tear it from our minds | |
| So find a way through these foes | |
| With your tears | |
| Scattered around the wound | |
| It scares us not, | |
| This path's design | |
| Run these demons gone amok | |
| Astray |
| zuo qu : Burst, Liverod, Rydberg | |
| Feigned The image of a world unfolds | |
| Deluded, but divine | |
| It sees us mocking gifted grace | |
| A stolen self | |
| Will not succumb | |
| See your face in the mirror | |
| It' s your image on a face of another | |
| See your principles | |
| Constantly wither | |
| What is this will but a riddle? | |
| In splendor | |
| We were born again | |
| Renewed and whole, | |
| A chance reborn | |
| Sustenance | |
| We' ve found | |
| Yet we tear it from our minds | |
| So find a way through these foes | |
| With your tears | |
| Scattered around the wound | |
| It scares us not, | |
| This path' s design | |
| Run these demons gone amok | |
| Astray |
| zuò qǔ : Burst, Liverod, Rydberg | |
| Feigned The image of a world unfolds | |
| Deluded, but divine | |
| It sees us mocking gifted grace | |
| A stolen self | |
| Will not succumb | |
| See your face in the mirror | |
| It' s your image on a face of another | |
| See your principles | |
| Constantly wither | |
| What is this will but a riddle? | |
| In splendor | |
| We were born again | |
| Renewed and whole, | |
| A chance reborn | |
| Sustenance | |
| We' ve found | |
| Yet we tear it from our minds | |
| So find a way through these foes | |
| With your tears | |
| Scattered around the wound | |
| It scares us not, | |
| This path' s design | |
| Run these demons gone amok | |
| Astray |