| Song | And With Her Came The Birds |
| Artist | Cult of Luna |
| Album | Somewhere Along The Highway |
| Night falls, silence takes a grip. Guilt I retrieved, a burning will to die. | |
| I need this to be over before I am bleeding dry. | |
| Somewhere along the highway these tracks must end. | |
| I pass a crowd on my way to the house on the hill. | |
| Dead man with pitchfork arms tells me all that he knows. | |
| Leave me here for the crows. | |
| In the Fall she came back, and with her the birds. |