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