| Song | Receiver |
| Artist | Cult of Luna |
| Album | The Beyond |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A deep sore dragged through ages | |
| The sores are my own, | |
| I know Wounds collected through a lifetime | |
| And wisdom | |
| I pick up along the way | |
| I received the spit from a snake | |
| And the snare cut real deep | |
| I was caught in her womb | |
| Something spreading in my veins | |
| Those walls | |
| I faced alone. | |
| I crept on bounded knees | |
| The own will just vanished. | |
| I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart. | |
| No river leads back to mine. | |
| I bow down in soil and whisper | |
| I gather strength to spread the disease |