| Song | Eschaton |
| Artist | Creinium |
| Album | Project Utopia |
| No one knows exactly when | |
| We crossed the point of no return | |
| Suddenly we found ourselves | |
| Fighting for shelter | |
| For food, for survival | |
| This city was supposed to be | |
| A haven for all man | |
| Regardless of sex, race or age | |
| Instead we introduced ourselves | |
| To our own perdition | |
| We built this city on weakest blood | |
| On ground stained and ill | |
| On dead gods |