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
She Is The Dark
I Almost Loved You
The Manuscript
Hail Odysseus
Catherine Blake
My Faults Are Your Reward
The Barghest O' Whitby
The Return Of The Beautiful
Black Heart Romance
A Doomed Lover
Gather Me Up Forever
The Scarlet Garden
For My Fallen Angel
Your Shameful Heaven
And I Walk With Them
Le Cerf Malade
Catching Feathers
My Hope The Destroyer
Heroin Chic
Within a Sleeping Forest