In heaps they were
The dead stacked high
I crept and sang among them
Black was i, yet bent to it;
God and i had shunned them
It fell at my feet
No!
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds
I will kiss it
It is within me now.
I feel the birth of doom
And the fruit of my body,
Stares right out of this room
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
And I Walk With Them
Death Triumphant
A Map Of All Our Failures
To Shiver in Empty Halls
Tired Of Tears
The Isis Script
And My Fury Stands Ready
My Faults Are Your Reward
She Is The Dark
Under Your Wings And Into Your Arms
She Heard My Body Dying
For You
Santuario Di Sangue
The Child Of Eternity
The Snow In My Hand
Failure (Swans cover)
Within a Sleeping Forest