A sinister slide resounds
From the fountainhead found
When fortune aligned
The roots that ripped had run too deep
Left to dig in the weeds
And climb up the vine
Your mind is only echoing
What your heart wouldn't say
I’ll be me, in time
Ouroboros
Ouroboros
Beyond The Pale
Too Late
Beyond The Pale
Beyond The Pale
Echo
Camera
A Beginning
The Oracles On The Delphi Express
The Oracles On The Delphi Express
Light
Light
Too Late
Too Late
Writing On A Wall
Writing On A Wall
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The Revival
The Revival