When my words reach 'never more rhyme',
Then my lines only draw.. Skin,
Am I to late too bow?
To the feelings inside me,
The howling within.
HOWLING
The Exile
Medea
Destined
The Raid
Howling
A Mother's Lament
Daughter Of Corinth
Sail
The Exile
Breathe With Me
Dawn Of Sugars
Murderess In Me
The Healer
Love Is Thy Sin
The Motherland
Medea
The Day Our Paths End
The Annex
Nothing But Bloom