| Song | The Silver Swan |
| Artist | Sol Invictus |
| Album | The Devil's Steed |
| The silver swan, who living had no note, | |
| When death approached, unlocked her silent throat, | |
| She leaned her breast against the reedy shore, | |
| She sung her first and last, and sung no more: | |
| Farewell all joys! O death, come close my eyes; | |
| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise. |