BloodBorne
- Fishing Hamlet Priest
Byrgenwerth, blasphemous murderers blood-crazed fiends. Atonement for the wretches by the wrath of mother Kos. Mercy for the poor, wizened child. Mercy oh please. Lay the curse of blood upon them and their children, and their children's children for evermore.
Gord Downie (Tragically Hip)
- Ahead by a Century
First thing we'd climb a tree, and maybe then we'd talk. Or sit silently, and listen to our thoughts. With illusions of someday, cast in golden light, no dress rehearsal, this is our life. And that's when the hornet stung me, and I had a feverish dream. With revenge and doubt, tonight we smoke them out. You are ahead by a century, and disappointing you is gettin' me down.
Gord Downie (Tragically Hip)
- Hundredth Meridian
If I die of vanity promise me, that if they bury me some place I don't want to be, That you'll dig me up and transport me unceremoniously. Away from the swollen city breeze, garbage bag trees, whispers of disease and acts of enormity. And lower me slowly, sadly, and properly get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy at the Hundredth Meridian where the Great Plains begin.
