| Song | End of Days |
| Artist | Brown Bird |
| Album | Salt for Salt |
| Winter caps the rooftops | |
| And shrouds the earth in silence | |
| Skadi howls and mourns | |
| And revels in the whiteness | |
| My world is so small | |
| Inside our cozy walls | |
| So warm and so threatened by the end of days | |
| The time will surely come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| This deafening quiet | |
| May grasp around my chest | |
| But i will pry it’s bony fingers free | |
| Silver lines the windows | |
| Cobwebs in the corners | |
| Of the homes where once human minds did dwell | |
| The earth is thrown asunder | |
| The god’s deafening thunder | |
| Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew | |
| The time will sure come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| Cold may come surround us | |
| Death’s hand try to bind us | |
| But i will pry his bony fingers free | |
| The time will surely come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| This deafening quiet | |
| May grasp around my chest | |
| But i will pry it’s bony fingers free |
| Winter caps the rooftops | |
| And shrouds the earth in silence | |
| Skadi howls and mourns | |
| And revels in the whiteness | |
| My world is so small | |
| Inside our cozy walls | |
| So warm and so threatened by the end of days | |
| The time will surely come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| This deafening quiet | |
| May grasp around my chest | |
| But i will pry it' s bony fingers free | |
| Silver lines the windows | |
| Cobwebs in the corners | |
| Of the homes where once human minds did dwell | |
| The earth is thrown asunder | |
| The god' s deafening thunder | |
| Sweeps over and crumbles all we knew | |
| The time will sure come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| Cold may come surround us | |
| Death' s hand try to bind us | |
| But i will pry his bony fingers free | |
| The time will surely come | |
| When all is blown undone | |
| But i will still be with you my love | |
| This deafening quiet | |
| May grasp around my chest | |
| But i will pry it' s bony fingers free |