| Song | Carrier of Wounds |
| Artist | Ved Buens Ende |
| Album | Written in Waters |
| 作曲 : Carl-Michael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. | |
| Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. | |
| A wanderer | |
| I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and | |
| I will carry mountains soon. | |
| A burden I was for those who woke the sun. | |
| I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes. | |
| Forgiven I never was. | |
| But I will carry mountains soon. | |
| A burden, is it not? | |
| Kneeling I chose my faith, while they lit the sun, and flew naked and blind over my desert fields. |
| zuò qǔ : CarlMichael, Ved Buens Ende | |
| I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. | |
| Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. | |
| A wanderer | |
| I am indeed... ... the son of the moon... and | |
| I will carry mountains soon. | |
| A burden I was for those who woke the sun. | |
| I threw their masks away, lit my torches and burned their eyes. | |
| Forgiven I never was. | |
| But I will carry mountains soon. | |
| A burden, is it not? | |
| Kneeling I chose my faith, while they lit the sun, and flew naked and blind over my desert fields. |