| Song | Failures Burden |
| Artist | Primordial |
| Album | To The Nameless Dead |
| 作曲 : Nemtheanga, OFloinn ... | |
| Days drift and I rise to the cold sun | |
| I was born an old child | |
| With no place for faith in my heart | |
| Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead | |
| You may say I´ve given up the ghost | |
| Once and for all admitted defeat | |
| And laid out my hand for all to see | |
| And made peace with the beast in me | |
| Winter mocks me though he does not need to | |
| call my name | |
| He thinks my bones are brittle | |
| And the grip of my resolve is tired | |
| Sullen and weakened just the same | |
| I have saved the least for last | |
| Torn out all who reached for me | |
| A beggar before beauty | |
| Failures burden rests with me | |
| I don´t remember when it happened | |
| When the clocks stopped | |
| Their hands tied | |
| And my heart stood still | |
| Every man is Evil | |
| Every man a Liar | |
| And every word he speaks | |
| Kindling to the Fire |
| zuò qǔ : Nemtheanga, OFloinn ... | |
| Days drift and I rise to the cold sun | |
| I was born an old child | |
| With no place for faith in my heart | |
| Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead | |
| You may say I ve given up the ghost | |
| Once and for all admitted defeat | |
| And laid out my hand for all to see | |
| And made peace with the beast in me | |
| Winter mocks me though he does not need to | |
| call my name | |
| He thinks my bones are brittle | |
| And the grip of my resolve is tired | |
| Sullen and weakened just the same | |
| I have saved the least for last | |
| Torn out all who reached for me | |
| A beggar before beauty | |
| Failures burden rests with me | |
| I don t remember when it happened | |
| When the clocks stopped | |
| Their hands tied | |
| And my heart stood still | |
| Every man is Evil | |
| Every man a Liar | |
| And every word he speaks | |
| Kindling to the Fire |