| Song | The Watchers |
| Artist | Place of Skulls |
| Album | With Vision |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Born unto a place | |
| Carried there from a point in space | |
| Behind a distant sun | |
| Shrieking winds and shifting sands they hide | |
| Twist the golden strands | |
| And in the chalice formed this creature man | |
| Unto his daughters born | |
| The giant's roam and their eyes they shine | |
| The years they fled | |
| But the tail survived the skin they shed | |
| Line of blood alive | |
| The words are few and you know they thrive |