| Song | Unsealed |
| Artist | Malrun |
| Album | Beauty In Chaos |
| Unsealed | |
| With evasive smiles | |
| Faking well-kept lies | |
| This time, cast all aside | |
| And wash the blood off my hands | |
| In your deep brown eyes | |
| Lies my paradise | |
| And all that matters to me | |
| Unfold, revealed, when you’re near | |
| When you’re near | |
| Falling, Crawling, I’m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you’re all around, let’s fight or die in this town | |
| Witnessed heaven break | |
| Burned down every gate | |
| But what you told me that night | |
| Uncut, unsealed, frail but right | |
| Something right | |
| Falling, Crawling, I’m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you’re all around, let’s fight or die in this town | |
| We shall stand our ground this time | |
| Yeah we shall stand our ground this time | |
| We’re picking up the pieces. It’s not too late | |
| We’ll pick ‘em up again. Take my hand | |
| We’re picking up the pieces. Won’t let go again | |
| Falling, Crawling, I’m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you’re all around, let’s fight or die in this town |
| Unsealed | |
| With evasive smiles | |
| Faking wellkept lies | |
| This time, cast all aside | |
| And wash the blood off my hands | |
| In your deep brown eyes | |
| Lies my paradise | |
| And all that matters to me | |
| Unfold, revealed, when you' re near | |
| When you' re near | |
| Falling, Crawling, I' m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you' re all around, let' s fight or die in this town | |
| Witnessed heaven break | |
| Burned down every gate | |
| But what you told me that night | |
| Uncut, unsealed, frail but right | |
| Something right | |
| Falling, Crawling, I' m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you' re all around, let' s fight or die in this town | |
| We shall stand our ground this time | |
| Yeah we shall stand our ground this time | |
| We' re picking up the pieces. It' s not too late | |
| We' ll pick ' em up again. Take my hand | |
| We' re picking up the pieces. Won' t let go again | |
| Falling, Crawling, I' m losing ground, watch it all come down | |
| Kneeling, feeling, you' re all around, let' s fight or die in this town |