| Song | Winter (end of silence) |
| Artist | Demether |
| Album | Beautiful |
| Signs around, but I'm blind, | |
| Blur and haze | |
| Deaf, still out of tune, | |
| Wandering with my own fears | |
| Phrases, my shallow grave, | |
| Written in sand, not in stone | |
| Darkness of your mind almost | |
| Swallowed my soul | |
| Leave now, don't turn back, | |
| All the pictures are torn | |
| This winter will find you alone And cold | |
| Leave me, Lilith, | |
| There is blood on your hands, | |
| Your laments are untrue, | |
| Your flowers never bloom | |
| I'd rather let them die | |
| Or tear the September sky, | |
| Then rain would fall forever | |
| And wash your mask away |
| Signs around, but I' m blind, | |
| Blur and haze | |
| Deaf, still out of tune, | |
| Wandering with my own fears | |
| Phrases, my shallow grave, | |
| Written in sand, not in stone | |
| Darkness of your mind almost | |
| Swallowed my soul | |
| Leave now, don' t turn back, | |
| All the pictures are torn | |
| This winter will find you alone And cold | |
| Leave me, Lilith, | |
| There is blood on your hands, | |
| Your laments are untrue, | |
| Your flowers never bloom | |
| I' d rather let them die | |
| Or tear the September sky, | |
| Then rain would fall forever | |
| And wash your mask away |