| Song | Tot |
| Artist | Candlemass |
| Album | From the 13th Sun |
| Dark clad waters, still warm shrouds | |
| Doomsday warning from the men in the clouds | |
| Lily's weep over light that fled | |
| Words were carved in my arm by the dead | |
| Grim like war, foul like tar | |
| Corroded fragments of a dying star | |
| Sleepy herons abruptly awake | |
| as the black god arises from the cold of the lake | |
| Figure of smoke, emerald head | |
| Magnificent is the king of the dead | |
| Somewhere beyond the sun still shines | |
| But even snow dies sometimes |