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
Nihil Euphoria
Down The Rivers To Vortex
The Leaden Ghost
Snow
If Ever I
Echoes Of The Fall
For My Beloved
Scorched, Wrecked, Torn, Then Crumbled To The Sea
Of Silent Winds That Whistle Death
The Weeping Lotus Dance
Leda And The Swan
Light Upon Us, Haze Around Us
To The Fairest
Water Awakes
Snow
Before The Light Fades
We Are Cold