| Song | Adrift |
| Artist | Cult of Luna |
| Album | Salvation |
| In his arms, locked in that iron grip nothing will reveal | |
| Follow these footsteps and we will reach the bottom | |
| I tumbled down the road that bears his name | |
| Here he dwells, here he prospers and pushes us towards the end | |
| When we are drifting against the tide | |
| Colliding with the very air we breathe | |
| Somewhere the tracks inwards must lead out | |
| A grasp of hope that defeats the will | |
| Always pushed away | |
| Always nothing |