| Song | To a Flame |
| Artist | To Elysium |
| Album | Dearest Vile |
| We're a sigh on the wind | |
| Like moths to a flame | |
| Feverish to leap into it's trap | |
| Which turns our flesh to ash | |
| Our lust to dust | |
| No longer words run wild | |
| No longer we can see | |
| No longer we need meaning | |
| No longer we will feel | |
| It all ends here | |
| We cascade to the shores | |
| We never have reached | |
| But were so damn close | |
| A dry mouth bids for one last kiss | |
| A new love born will die so young | |
| Day by day far away | |
| As you yearn the tide will turn |