| Song | The Fugitive |
| Artist | Callisto |
| Album | Falling Down Compilation |
| the trees are grey here | |
| the soil is damp and cold | |
| his senses are filled with drought | |
| after his flee from the temple | |
| rites made him shiver from fear | |
| now waiting for someone | |
| to proclaim salvation | |
| his price has been paid |