| Song | Lord Winter |
| Artist | Death in June |
| Album | Rose Clouds of Holocaust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Like Luther's army | |
| And Abel's brother | |
| I woke to find | |
| Only to smother | |
| An angel fat | |
| At Satan's feast | |
| Where falsehood, childhood | |
| And loneliness ceased. | |
| Delicate like grief | |
| I am rapist, well-healed | |
| Double the echo of silence | |
| Like a dusty dead rose. | |
| The dead of it - | |
| The dread of it | |
| The | |
| dead | |
| of it - | |
| The | |
| dread | |
| of it | |
| Contaminate with neglect | |
| Every little heart eventually ends up broken | |
| Shrouded by fog, and hidden by fear. | |
| Asleep in this stumble of autumn | |
| The pain was Calvary | |
| Our living on | |
| Empty. |