| Song | Winterseason |
| Artist | Liar |
| Album | Falls of Torment |
| For the years that passed me, the desire to leave this side sorrow freezes emotions to dust no sunrise on the horizon this time denying the light, and pull myself thru this dark land of depression looking thru my tears I see no hands to touch hear no friendly voices await my signs of death circles of twisted fire are drawn in the ice slowly cross the river to the other side |