| Song | The Distance, Busy With Shadows |
| Artist | My Dying Bride |
| Album | Evinta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In heaps they were | |
| the deads stacked high | |
| I crapped and sang among them. | |
| Black was I, yet bent to it; | |
| God and I had shown them. | |
| It fell at my feet | |
| No! | |
| It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds | |
| I will kiss it | |
| It is within me now. | |
| I feel the birth of doom | |
| And the fruit of my body, | |
| Stares right out of this room |