| Song | Black Eyes |
| Artist | Candlemass |
| Album | Chapter VI |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| How bright are the fires of thought | |
| In a chain of command | |
| How bright is the medical torch | |
| When it's put in our hand | |
| My microbes and I | |
| Can't wait to lay down and die | |
| We realise that we must be spent | |
| Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent | |
| How bright are the fires of thought | |
| In a chain of command | |
| My bloodgroup and me | |
| A body of soldiers are we | |
| To the wound we quickly flowed | |
| And we fought with the weapons in our | |
| Chemical code | |
| How bright are the fires of thought | |
| In a chain of command |