| Song | The Great Migration |
| Artist | Cult of Luna |
| Album | Eternal Kingdom |
| Heed the capercaillies call. | |
| A premonition of an oncoming war. | |
| Leave behind all that you hold inside. | |
| The howls gets stronger, they are coming. | |
| Wicked is the atmosphere. | |
| Ungodly is the swell. | |
| Our bodies explode in true emotions. | |
| Let the beacon fires burn. | |
| The night is ours. | |
| A maternal light illuminates these last moments. | |
| Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell. |