| Song | Second Death |
| Artist | Becoming the Archetype |
| Album | The Physics Of Fire |
| Surrounded by darkness | |
| My body cold | |
| My spirit weak | |
| My greatest attempts to start a fire have proved to be in vain | |
| The flame always fades | |
| The warmth never lasts | |
| And the freezing grip of death is at my throat again | |
| Consumed by despair | |
| My final breath escapes | |
| I can hear the sound of a fire burning all around me | |
| Yet I see no light | |
| I feel no warmth | |
| I find no rest |