The woeful silence and wind's reflection
Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages
Sky fire above, ice below the hearth
Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time
Where death sleeps and dreams of your buried pain
There has never been a silence like this before
There will never be an ode like this again
Celestial Effigy
Sowilo Rune
The Wilderness
Dark Matter Gods
And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth
Vales Beyond Dimension
A Desolation Song
Ghosts Of The Midwinter Fires
Dead Winter Days
Birth and Death of the Pillars of Creation
Limbs
The Astral Dialogue
Our Fortress Is Burning... II - Bloodbirds
A Poem By Yeats
Bloodbirds
Foliorum Viridum
Faustian Echoes
Kneel To The Cross
Isle Of Summer
This Old Cabin