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
Doubt
Thorns
Want
Enigma
Burning
Insects
Fragments
Thorns
Denial
Insects
In Absentia
Thorns
End Time
End Time
Fragments
The Swarming of the Locusts
The Corpse In The Forest
Winter Lights
Thorns