| Song | The Stings I Carry |
| Artist | Funeral |
| Album | In Fields of Pestilent Grief |
| Summon the winds and swear | |
| If ever my | |
| God you were | |
| Like silver in the morning-fields | |
| I'd give my life for you | |
| I do not exist | |
| I am but two eyes and a shadow | |
| I would make you see | |
| If I had the courage | |
| Dance your celestial witch-dance gracious and hurtful | |
| Weep like the night-clad sky a crumbled leaf in dirt | |
| I lie For slumbers sweet embrace | |
| I try and in my dream that | |
| I may die |