| Song | Spinning Back the Clocks |
| Artist | Diabolical Masquerade |
| Album | Death's Design |
| Drag him down | |
| That knife, slipping flee [?] | |
| That knife, slipping flee [?] | |
| Sweet dreams my dear little child | |
| I burn for touching a bead of your own mass | |
| You will be gone now forever | |
| Try to sleep one more time | |
| A spirit light comes through | |
| Silent bringer of death | |
| The cover breezed right open | |
| Come to steal the cash [?] | |
| Washed his blade over the kill | |
| (Here comes the light) | |
| Furious desertion |