| Song | Last Days |
| Artist | Bella Morte |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In this place the winds blow colder | |
| And the nights are long | |
| I fear your life will soon be over | |
| Like a fading song | |
| The cries, a scream to reach the sky | |
| Will we all die before the sun can rise? | |
| I hear their cries' | |
| And your face seems somehow altered | |
| Something swims below | |
| If I live to be much older | |
| I fear I'll be alone | |
| For your stare speaks something so | |
| Insane | |
| And I know you won't be saved tonight |