ترانه:
Cult Of Luna Somewhere Along The Highway

Floating over empty streets. Away from pain, away from everything. Pray that we will survive the night. Buildings falling, the soul vaporised. Watching

These things moved me when I turned my back. Now I return with open hands. I found light that lead me to the shrine where children sang and pilgrims

The sun, the light in your eyes, trapped me in a cage. When you saw me you saw yourself. We were the ones that marched and fell.

When the streetlights fade. Warm rain like judgement descends. Their voice numbs me. Speaking words in a dead tongue. I have walked a road that lead