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
What Fresh Hell
Sanctuary
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
Paying The Toll
In Your Eyes
The Calling
Vexed And Vomit Hexed
Beast Of Burden
Leviathan
Salvation
Nothing Changes
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
The Falling Snow
Chug Jug With You
Scenic Solitude And Leprosy
Receive The World
Speed Kills