| Song | Foe x Foe |
| Artist | Dodheimsgard |
| Album | Supervillain Outcast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
| Mercy is only | |
| A bullet in the brow | |
| Do it or die | |
| Never is now | |
| A skull of worms | |
| Like a tin can crown | |
| Building you up | |
| Just to knock you down | |
| 1 billion bones | |
| 1 million moans | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Keep your friends close | |
| But your enemies even closer | |
| And bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Too many ghouls | |
| Under slate roofs | |
| To many cuckoos | |
| Fattening the roost | |
| There's not enough gold | |
| To bury them all | |
| To many thoughts | |
| For one to many fools | |
| Build a giant tomb | |
| For the earth to go | |
| Smuggle their souls | |
| In a suitcase of woe | |
| Too much fatigue | |
| Sweeps through the streets | |
| Too much saccharin | |
| And not enough anger | |
| Trading blows | |
| To lighten the load | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Stepping on your toes | |
| Elbows to the bone | |
| Bringing you down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Skin boiled in lead | |
| By the words of a friend | |
| With another mans face | |
| In the back of their head | |
| Betrayed to the end | |
| By the living dead | |
| Smashing your heart | |
| With emotional dread | |
| Read my lips | |
| I burnt bridges for this | |
| For volcanoes of flesh | |
| To devour my limbs | |
| Body meat beat | |
| Dog-bark drone scream | |
| A billion doors of hate | |
| To a brand new being |
| zuo qu : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
| Mercy is only | |
| A bullet in the brow | |
| Do it or die | |
| Never is now | |
| A skull of worms | |
| Like a tin can crown | |
| Building you up | |
| Just to knock you down | |
| 1 billion bones | |
| 1 million moans | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Keep your friends close | |
| But your enemies even closer | |
| And bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Too many ghouls | |
| Under slate roofs | |
| To many cuckoos | |
| Fattening the roost | |
| There' s not enough gold | |
| To bury them all | |
| To many thoughts | |
| For one to many fools | |
| Build a giant tomb | |
| For the earth to go | |
| Smuggle their souls | |
| In a suitcase of woe | |
| Too much fatigue | |
| Sweeps through the streets | |
| Too much saccharin | |
| And not enough anger | |
| Trading blows | |
| To lighten the load | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Stepping on your toes | |
| Elbows to the bone | |
| Bringing you down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Skin boiled in lead | |
| By the words of a friend | |
| With another mans face | |
| In the back of their head | |
| Betrayed to the end | |
| By the living dead | |
| Smashing your heart | |
| With emotional dread | |
| Read my lips | |
| I burnt bridges for this | |
| For volcanoes of flesh | |
| To devour my limbs | |
| Body meat beat | |
| Dogbark drone scream | |
| A billion doors of hate | |
| To a brand new being |
| zuò qǔ : Kvohst, Vicotnik | |
| Mercy is only | |
| A bullet in the brow | |
| Do it or die | |
| Never is now | |
| A skull of worms | |
| Like a tin can crown | |
| Building you up | |
| Just to knock you down | |
| 1 billion bones | |
| 1 million moans | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Keep your friends close | |
| But your enemies even closer | |
| And bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Too many ghouls | |
| Under slate roofs | |
| To many cuckoos | |
| Fattening the roost | |
| There' s not enough gold | |
| To bury them all | |
| To many thoughts | |
| For one to many fools | |
| Build a giant tomb | |
| For the earth to go | |
| Smuggle their souls | |
| In a suitcase of woe | |
| Too much fatigue | |
| Sweeps through the streets | |
| Too much saccharin | |
| And not enough anger | |
| Trading blows | |
| To lighten the load | |
| Bring them down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Stepping on your toes | |
| Elbows to the bone | |
| Bringing you down | |
| Foe by foe | |
| Skin boiled in lead | |
| By the words of a friend | |
| With another mans face | |
| In the back of their head | |
| Betrayed to the end | |
| By the living dead | |
| Smashing your heart | |
| With emotional dread | |
| Read my lips | |
| I burnt bridges for this | |
| For volcanoes of flesh | |
| To devour my limbs | |
| Body meat beat | |
| Dogbark drone scream | |
| A billion doors of hate | |
| To a brand new being |