| Song | The Waning |
| Artist | Krohm |
| Album | A World Through Dead Eyes |
| These eyes have wept torrents of tears, | |
| The sense of wonder slowly seeping away. | |
| The love that embodied this false serenity | |
| Was no more tragic than my own illusion. | |
| The call beyond the veil, from the orchards of limbs | |
| And gently violent spirals, where thoughts are born | |
| You possess the answer to it all! | |
| A soul on the wane, that is the price of life, | |
| For I will come to you, ultimately alone. |