Rather a bastard than a snake, you've left a slick in your wake.
Take stock of the grace you've been given, take note of the tales you'll have told, it's all you'll have, it's all you'll hold, try as you may child you are not your own, not get on.
Where The Arrow Went Out
Little Death
Where The Arrow Went Out
To All Mothers
Wasted
Wasted
To All Mothers
Glassing
Bastards
Killed By Killers Who Kill Each Other
Scratching Rounds
The Past Two
Scratching Rounds
Funeral For a Friend
Sicillian Smile
Glassing
Division
Sicillian Smile
Pigs
Pentinence