| Song | World War You |
| Artist | Most Precious Blood |
| Album | Merciless |
| I was on the ground for years | |
| The ugly truth carved out of fear | |
| Always looking for more to steal | |
| Full-color nightmares becoming real | |
| This pack of wolves is haunting me | |
| Unrelenting, unwelcome memory | |
| Light feet an dsharp teeth are tracking me | |
| Follow the scent of tragedy | |
| In packs they gather | |
| With fake smiles they greet | |
| They, the hunters | |
| I, their meat |