| Song | The New Word |
| Artist | In Flames |
| Album | Colony [Reloaded] |
| the great word of blessendness | |
| and a feeling of ease | |
| a cup of the well of freedom | |
| and a life we joyfully drink | |
| inside, all was new, but outwards | |
| nothing had changed | |
| an escapade, | |
| then to the altar to | |
| evaluate all parts | |
| of the great mystery | |
| but all remains | |
| on the same spot, | |
| no signs of a new season | |
| in my hand is a new word, | |
| but the word is still | |
| without body | |
| a hidden life-stream that | |
| swells in the deep | |
| will soon give the word | |
| a second face |