| Song | The Carrier of Wounds |
| Artist | Ved Buens Ende |
| Album | Those Who Caress the Pale |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |