It's left to parch...a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
Enigma
Insects
Thorns
Doubt
Want
Burning
Thorns
Fragments
Enigma
The Swarming of the Locusts
Denial
The Corpse In The Forest
Thorns
Fragments
End Time
In The Falling Snow
Want
In Absentia
Burning
Thorns