| Song | New Disorder |
| Artist | Ephel Duath |
| Album | Pain Necessary To Know |
| Finally, | |
| Disharmony has a brilliant face. | |
| A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises | |
| Like this oblivion. | |
| It's so sweet to come across my holes again. | |
| Let it be removed to become your dress, | |
| Disdain will be your new order. | |
| The final turning seems to corrupt my thoughts, | |
| I have to leave this safety | |
| To admire all the blooming details. | |
| Could it be possible to endure this degrading siege? | |
| Easy to realize when the poetry is in order to end | |
| But towards which decay will lower my eyes now? |