Crush the dried petals
of the rose
that bore light
Brandishing talons
at the sun
Yawning and empty
the patals wither
Only grayed stem remains
Revive the silence
that the stars will again shine
Weep not for chalice
And not for lurking inspiration
But for relieft from grace
Finally within grasp
Constellation
In Your Eyes
Sanctuary
What Fresh Hell
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Paying The Toll
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
The Calling
In Your Eyes
Beast Of Burden
Chug Jug With You
Leviathan
Nothing Changes
Salvation
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
Census Of Stars
Beast Of Burden
The Falling Snow
Confusion
Release Of Tears