Forging your spears with blood from our hearts,
scorning not lust but derision
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium
Calling the winds for a knowledge untaught,
which passion shall never disturb thee ?
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium
Red Shift
Epitaph
Bluntness
Naked Eye
Lured Decoy
Epitaph
Mindscape
Strenghtened Are The Stems Of Nasturtium
Sharpedge Solitude
Placious Echoes At Darkwoods You Greet ...Silvering Moon Between My Shadows
Absence Spells Beyond
Sinking Trails Of Wisdom
The Choir Of The Elemental Deities
The Choir Of The Elemental Deities
Descent To Dion
Strenghtened Are The Stems Of Nasturtium
Red Shift...
Absence Spells Beyond
Victorious Men Of Earth
I, Befouled