As I draw in a leaden aura
They gather around me
Hollow shades of absurd
A forlorn cry
Of their suffering nature
Echoes the final scene of my stand
Lead upon me
The ghost will take me
Soon I'll be rewarded
We'll soon be a shade of the one
We are cold leaden aura
Echoes Of The Fall
The Leaden Ghost
Snow
Water Awakes
Scorched, Wrecked, Torn, Then Crumbled To The Sea
Down The Rivers To Vortex
Snow
The Weeping Lotus Dance
If Ever I
Nihil Euphoria
Leda And The Swan
Light Upon Us, Haze Around Us
Of Silent Winds That Whistle Death
Before The Light Fades
For My Beloved
To The Fairest
We Are Cold