As i tore into my woman
Her body accepted its sin
I saw her dying there
Just below my wing...
In dies all over me,
Cascades of your black hair.
I knew the world's end;
I felt it, true and rare.
We dance and the music dies
We carry them all away
As we glide, through their lost eyes
You lift me above myself
Arise from your slumber
In my arms
Your beauty took the strength
From me
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Isis Script
The Light at the End of the World
I Am The Bloody Earth
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Prize Of Beauty
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Grief Of Age
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Snow In My Hand
The Old Earth
The Lies I Sire
Vanité Triomphante
The Deepest Of All Hearts
The Scarlet Garden
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother