| 歌曲 | Apart |
| 歌手 | Ikuinen Kaamos |
| 专辑 | Fall of Icons |
| Repentance knocks | |
| At the door | |
| He smiles with his | |
| Rotten black smile | |
| “Hurry up, no time to waste” | |
| “All that you miss is there” | |
| Finally we arrive | |
| In the mansion of guilt | |
| “You are already late” | |
| He says with a grin | |
| Guide me | |
| To the field of solitude | |
| “They are all alone” | |
| When I walk behind the rows | |
| They are watching | |
| I hide | |
| I didn’t want this | |
| The insanity, the burden | |
| My shoulders weren’t strong enough | |
| Oh God, Don’t lay this upon me | |
| They are all alone | |
| I stand behind the rows | |
| Then I wake up | |
| To the sound of.. | |
| A distant echo | |
| Ringing in my ear | |
| The dream that went stale | |
| Tear through the canvas of all these years | |
| Through the painting of my mourning | |
| Suddenly | |
| The aisles are getting narrower | |
| Crushing me | |
| Pushing me away | |
| Towards the altar of sleep | |
| Towards the despair | |
| I rise, I walk | |
| Step by step | |
| Closer to the mirror of anguish | |
| Too scared to look | |
| Too guilty to turn away | |
| I stare the tree | |
| Beside me | |
| Lay down the words | |
| That were meant to be | |
| Prepare myself | |
| I slip away | |
| This is the final song as a reminder | |
| Of a distinguished light | |
| The final hymn for a house | |
| That was burned down all too soon | |
| Goodbye |
| Repentance knocks | |
| At the door | |
| He smiles with his | |
| Rotten black smile | |
| " Hurry up, no time to waste" | |
| " All that you miss is there" | |
| Finally we arrive | |
| In the mansion of guilt | |
| " You are already late" | |
| He says with a grin | |
| Guide me | |
| To the field of solitude | |
| " They are all alone" | |
| When I walk behind the rows | |
| They are watching | |
| I hide | |
| I didn' t want this | |
| The insanity, the burden | |
| My shoulders weren' t strong enough | |
| Oh God, Don' t lay this upon me | |
| They are all alone | |
| I stand behind the rows | |
| Then I wake up | |
| To the sound of.. | |
| A distant echo | |
| Ringing in my ear | |
| The dream that went stale | |
| Tear through the canvas of all these years | |
| Through the painting of my mourning | |
| Suddenly | |
| The aisles are getting narrower | |
| Crushing me | |
| Pushing me away | |
| Towards the altar of sleep | |
| Towards the despair | |
| I rise, I walk | |
| Step by step | |
| Closer to the mirror of anguish | |
| Too scared to look | |
| Too guilty to turn away | |
| I stare the tree | |
| Beside me | |
| Lay down the words | |
| That were meant to be | |
| Prepare myself | |
| I slip away | |
| This is the final song as a reminder | |
| Of a distinguished light | |
| The final hymn for a house | |
| That was burned down all too soon | |
| Goodbye |