| Song | 1845 |
| Artist | One Minute Silence |
| Album | Buy Now... Saved Later |
| 作曲 : Barry, Ignatiou ... | |
| 1845 - until the fires die | |
| All our hopes and our dreams are a far cry1845 - until the hate dies | |
| You wanna burn with the rest be my guest - die | |
| All the sticks and the stones and the names fly1845 - under a dark cloud1845 - look into my eyes | |
| You wanna walk in the past | |
| Is it black enough now | |
| Let's take another ride1845 | |
| No more, I see no reason to be, | |
| Not for a dream, not for a lie, | |
| Not for a queen, not for a king | |
| Not for the words in the song that you sing, | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is - hold your head up | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is - hold your head up1845 | |
| Let's take another ride | |
| No more, I see no reason to die, | |
| Not for a flag, not for a high, | |
| Not for a god, not for a book, | |
| Not for the world and the way it should look | |
| The way we live, they way we die, | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is - hold your head up | |
| The way it is - hold your head up | |
| Until the fires die - | |
| A million dead | |
| Is it black enough now?1845 |
| zuò qǔ : Barry, Ignatiou ... | |
| 1845 until the fires die | |
| All our hopes and our dreams are a far cry1845 until the hate dies | |
| You wanna burn with the rest be my guest die | |
| All the sticks and the stones and the names fly1845 under a dark cloud1845 look into my eyes | |
| You wanna walk in the past | |
| Is it black enough now | |
| Let' s take another ride1845 | |
| No more, I see no reason to be, | |
| Not for a dream, not for a lie, | |
| Not for a queen, not for a king | |
| Not for the words in the song that you sing, | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is hold your head up | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is hold your head up1845 | |
| Let' s take another ride | |
| No more, I see no reason to die, | |
| Not for a flag, not for a high, | |
| Not for a god, not for a book, | |
| Not for the world and the way it should look | |
| The way we live, they way we die, | |
| The way we live, the way we die, | |
| The way it is hold your head up | |
| The way it is hold your head up | |
| Until the fires die | |
| A million dead | |
| Is it black enough now? 1845 |