| Song | Coat Of Arms |
| Artist | Lengsel |
| Album | Solace |
| Horrific death, you are closing in on me | |
| Circling silently towards the centre of the earth | |
| The rails lead the way, night and day | |
| Black tracks ahead | |
| I keep my eyes on you | |
| Keep you in sight from a distance | |
| And join in the carousel movements | |
| Afraid, awed | |
| Beholding the ghost-like smoke | |
| I grow tired as the weary wheels go round | |
| Feel sick as the smelly smog surrounds me | |
| I droop like snowdrops and wither | |
| Wait for your horrid hands to extend | |
| And touch my white-stained arms of love |