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 Isis Script
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
The Old Earth
The Grief Of Age
The Lies I Sire
The Light at the End of the World
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Solace
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Scarlet Garden
The Prize Of Beauty
The Child Of Eternity
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
The Blood, The Wine, The Roses
The Whore, The Cook And The Mother
The Dreadful Hours