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