| Song | Elysium |
| Artist | Claire Voyant |
| Album | Time And The Maiden |
| Paradise where have you gone | |
| I long so to see your shore | |
| I have to wait it makes my eyes sore | |
| Sinking more all the time | |
| Blessed by your request on high | |
| I was lied to | |
| Wrought by learning less from outside | |
| I had a right to bruise | |
| Baited and wily the moon it always opens up for me | |
| I’m lost in this mirror of sorts a warrior without words. | |
| Growing cold | |
| I’ve traded wine for | |
| Elysium I’ve traded souls stone to gray | |
| I’m half-aware with my mind closed thinking more all the time | |
| Blessed by my new quest on high | |
| I was lied to | |
| Taught by the | |
| Prophets from our skies | |
| I fell in to truth | |
| Baited and wily oh | |
| Luna can’t you open up for me | |
| I'm lost in this mirror of sorts a warrior without war growing cold | |
| Baited and wily oh luna can’t you shine the way for me | |
| I’m lost in this mirror of souls a warrior without war | |
| I am aching so wildly oh luna can’t you shine the way for me | |
| I am lost in this mirror of souls | |
| I’m without words. | |
| Going home | |
| Paradise where have you gone | |
| I long so, to see your shore. |
| Paradise where have you gone | |
| I long so to see your shore | |
| I have to wait it makes my eyes sore | |
| Sinking more all the time | |
| Blessed by your request on high | |
| I was lied to | |
| Wrought by learning less from outside | |
| I had a right to bruise | |
| Baited and wily the moon it always opens up for me | |
| I' m lost in this mirror of sorts a warrior without words. | |
| Growing cold | |
| I' ve traded wine for | |
| Elysium I' ve traded souls stone to gray | |
| I' m halfaware with my mind closed thinking more all the time | |
| Blessed by my new quest on high | |
| I was lied to | |
| Taught by the | |
| Prophets from our skies | |
| I fell in to truth | |
| Baited and wily oh | |
| Luna can' t you open up for me | |
| I' m lost in this mirror of sorts a warrior without war growing cold | |
| Baited and wily oh luna can' t you shine the way for me | |
| I' m lost in this mirror of souls a warrior without war | |
| I am aching so wildly oh luna can' t you shine the way for me | |
| I am lost in this mirror of souls | |
| I' m without words. | |
| Going home | |
| Paradise where have you gone | |
| I long so, to see your shore. |