| Song | In Strange Slowfooted Fever |
| Artist | Yearning |
| Album | Frore Meadow |
| When the evening winds blow high | |
| We will reach for the sky | |
| Winters cold is drawing by | |
| Will we wondering why? | |
| As the dew drips from the leaves | |
| Open skies, chilly night | |
| Moonlight wonders through the fields | |
| Where grass grows high upon the sky | |
| Back when we drowned in ether | |
| While we were passed away | |
| In strange darkcoloured fever | |
| As mountains fell away |