| Song | As the World Keels Over |
| Artist | Dark Fortress |
| Album | Ylem |
| Awaken | |
| Dispel the dream of soul | |
| The swarm must have taken you | |
| Surrender | |
| Look around you | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| Ghosts of longing fade | |
| The emptiness draws crimson dew | |
| Abandoned lie the heavens | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| What happened? | |
| Deserted flesh, in havoc draped | |
| Pantheons clotted rusty residue | |
| Man falls as the world keels over | |
| Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
| Count your blessings | |
| Time has crumbled | |
| The seams are caving in | |
| All is silent | |
| The razor’s medium | |
| Behold surprisingly complete overcoming | |
| Only putrefaction | |
| Remains to tell the tale | |
| Of how the death never rose from their graves | |
| When, like choking flesh | |
| Embalmed by the reek of odium | |
| The last mouths have stopped flapping | |
| Then we must be through | |
| Man falls as the world keels over | |
| Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
| Count your blessings | |
| Time has crumbled | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| A ceremony of subsiding pentance | |
| A silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum |
| Awaken | |
| Dispel the dream of soul | |
| The swarm must have taken you | |
| Surrender | |
| Look around you | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| Ghosts of longing fade | |
| The emptiness draws crimson dew | |
| Abandoned lie the heavens | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| What happened? | |
| Deserted flesh, in havoc draped | |
| Pantheons clotted rusty residue | |
| Man falls as the world keels over | |
| Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
| Count your blessings | |
| Time has crumbled | |
| The seams are caving in | |
| All is silent | |
| The razor' s medium | |
| Behold surprisingly complete overcoming | |
| Only putrefaction | |
| Remains to tell the tale | |
| Of how the death never rose from their graves | |
| When, like choking flesh | |
| Embalmed by the reek of odium | |
| The last mouths have stopped flapping | |
| Then we must be through | |
| Man falls as the world keels over | |
| Sprayed into a sanguinary fog | |
| Count your blessings | |
| Time has crumbled | |
| The aeons are caving in | |
| A ceremony of subsiding pentance | |
| A silent epitaph for a fevered vacuum |