| Song | Nations |
| Artist | Angels of Light |
| Album | Everything Is Good Here/Please Come Home |
| 作曲 : Gira | |
| Don't cry no more | |
| He's coming here | |
| His voice contains nations | |
| Don't cry no more | |
| Don't cry no more | |
| Our father is a nation | |
| The children hide behind his eyes | |
| Their skin conceals nations | |
| His mouth is dry from drinking sand | |
| But he seeks the blood of nations | |
| Our father weaves electricity | |
| And he feeds the mind of nations | |
| These stones they crack | |
| Against the wall | |
| But they sound | |
| The scream of nations | |
| For those that burned | |
| For those that are left | |
| For those that conspire | |
| To steal their past | |
| For those whose bellies | |
| Are filled with air | |
| For those that wither | |
| That eat despair | |
| For those that we kill, | |
| For those that are right | |
| For those that now fall | |
| Through tunnels of light | |
| For those whose veins | |
| Are filled with salt | |
| For those that follow | |
| The muted call | |
| For those who work | |
| Is fire and waste | |
| For those whose tongues | |
| Describe the taste | |
| For those that spread | |
| The sand and lime | |
| For those that rise up | |
| For those that will die | |
| He brings revenge | |
| And he brings the truth | |
| He brings revenge | |
| And he brings the truth | |
| You're not alone | |
| Not alone | |
| In nations |
| zuò qǔ : Gira | |
| Don' t cry no more | |
| He' s coming here | |
| His voice contains nations | |
| Don' t cry no more | |
| Don' t cry no more | |
| Our father is a nation | |
| The children hide behind his eyes | |
| Their skin conceals nations | |
| His mouth is dry from drinking sand | |
| But he seeks the blood of nations | |
| Our father weaves electricity | |
| And he feeds the mind of nations | |
| These stones they crack | |
| Against the wall | |
| But they sound | |
| The scream of nations | |
| For those that burned | |
| For those that are left | |
| For those that conspire | |
| To steal their past | |
| For those whose bellies | |
| Are filled with air | |
| For those that wither | |
| That eat despair | |
| For those that we kill, | |
| For those that are right | |
| For those that now fall | |
| Through tunnels of light | |
| For those whose veins | |
| Are filled with salt | |
| For those that follow | |
| The muted call | |
| For those who work | |
| Is fire and waste | |
| For those whose tongues | |
| Describe the taste | |
| For those that spread | |
| The sand and lime | |
| For those that rise up | |
| For those that will die | |
| He brings revenge | |
| And he brings the truth | |
| He brings revenge | |
| And he brings the truth | |
| You' re not alone | |
| Not alone | |
| In nations |