Who could have deposited
All these flowers on my grave
A forest filled with
Sharp-edged iron trees
Deaden counter me
Our frozen bodies
Will never part
Like a bad dream
Let me relieve you,
Let me release you from this life
Give me your hand, let me take it
Then it will flow, in the sewers of virtue...
I Hear Voices but They Aren't Saying a Thing
I Left Tears In My Thoughts
The Death of a Sad Old Man
There Is No Light At the End of the Tunnel
There Is 666 Trees In My Forest
I'll Go for a Walk On My Grave
I'll Go for Another Walk On My Grave
The Smell of the Whip
Anthology
Sharp Edged Iron Trees
Eternity Is Not Product by Time
Funeral March
She's Waiting for Me Behind a Tree
Absolute Zero
Laments Waltz
Dying On a Bed of Roses
I Want to Die Alone
665.999
Virgins Are Buried Wearing a wedding dress
The Song of Despair