Come death
before it slips through my hands.
Like long-drawn echoes merging far away
to a deep and pounding harmony.
Vast as the night and as vast as light.
Scents, colours and sounds to each other reply.
Your wounds are infected
and life neglected.
These are the autumn years.
Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows.
You cut the wound to release the pus.
You cut your wrist.
You do not wish to live
and kissed the world bloodred.
Through coldness.
Speechless
Ancient Spirit Of The Underworld
A Forest
The Well Of All Tears
The Eclipse / The Raven
The Angel And The Sodomizer
The Northern Hemisphere
The Swordsmen
In League With Satan
The Old House On The Hill
The Suicide Song
The First Cut Is The Deepest
The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway
The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores
Diabolism (The Seed And The Sower)
In Silence I Observe
Shut Up, There's No Excuse To Live
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
When Thousand Moon Have Circled