| Song | Ghostforce Soul Constrictor |
| Artist | Dodheimsgard |
| Album | Supervillain Outcast |
| 作曲 : Aldrahn, Vicotnik | |
| In urge to become something | |
| (believed to be) more infact | |
| I pursue the whole | |
| Of human Dementia | |
| You know when your catastrophy | |
| Is utterly complete | |
| Only when you shut your eyes | |
| For the truth | |
| And for the worse | |
| There's no place within your mind | |
| When all faces are set on fire | |
| To burn for the honour | |
| Of the pain in your heart | |
| And fade in the focus | |
| Of your cursed lust | |
| Ghostforce climax | |
| Soul Constrictor | |
| A fountainhead of disorder | |
| A splinted human codex | |
| Ghostforce | |
| Soul constrictor | |
| I cry out | |
| For the death of my guardian angels | |
| No more navigating | |
| The labyrinth of self-deceit | |
| The one we share with a psyche | |
| (Almost) Obsolete | |
| Without a ground to stand on | |
| Down the ladder | |
| Where we all break down | |
| The soul murder armoury is ready to go | |
| So I blow up my sense of logic | |
| Deluded in default | |
| To separate the alternative | |
| Stifled by the conscious mind | |
| Hell made real by the terror of strife | |
| And right from the core of hysteria | |
| Where suffering seems to grant no end | |
| In the absence of free flow | |
| A trance of flames | |
| With no exit |
| zuò qǔ : Aldrahn, Vicotnik | |
| In urge to become something | |
| believed to be more infact | |
| I pursue the whole | |
| Of human Dementia | |
| You know when your catastrophy | |
| Is utterly complete | |
| Only when you shut your eyes | |
| For the truth | |
| And for the worse | |
| There' s no place within your mind | |
| When all faces are set on fire | |
| To burn for the honour | |
| Of the pain in your heart | |
| And fade in the focus | |
| Of your cursed lust | |
| Ghostforce climax | |
| Soul Constrictor | |
| A fountainhead of disorder | |
| A splinted human codex | |
| Ghostforce | |
| Soul constrictor | |
| I cry out | |
| For the death of my guardian angels | |
| No more navigating | |
| The labyrinth of selfdeceit | |
| The one we share with a psyche | |
| Almost Obsolete | |
| Without a ground to stand on | |
| Down the ladder | |
| Where we all break down | |
| The soul murder armoury is ready to go | |
| So I blow up my sense of logic | |
| Deluded in default | |
| To separate the alternative | |
| Stifled by the conscious mind | |
| Hell made real by the terror of strife | |
| And right from the core of hysteria | |
| Where suffering seems to grant no end | |
| In the absence of free flow | |
| A trance of flames | |
| With no exit |