Angel's Funeral

A weeping procession moving through the snow. Silent pale faces, perceptible pain. Winter silence, terrible tranquility. Cold eyes starin' far away. .

...and The Great Cold Death Of The Earth

Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am shattered on the floor. Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am scattered on the floor. We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . ..

A Celebration For The Death Of Man...

A Desolation Song

Here I sit at the fire. Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul. Here I drink alone and remember. A graven life, the stain of her memory. In this cup, love's poison.

As Embers Dress The Sky

The shallow voice of the wind. Cries between these ebony wings. The shallow cries of the wind. Sing a swan song for mankind. . Shine on morning sky fire.

A Poem By Yeats

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,. The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,. And all that famous harmony of leaves,. Had blotted out man's image and his cry..

After The Dark

[Spoken Intro]. . Feeling insane.. You don't know if you are dreaming or awake.. You feel certain that something is coming for you but you just can't be sure..

Awaking The Dream

Attendance

Beauty and destruction. Pride and honour. Freedom, elimmination. Speek out loud, Hide. . Now enter, here is our dreamworld. View the splendid sights. You can always tell we never learned, we'll never learn.

A Steady Decline

A Wolf Amongst Ravens

Where do we begin. We are lost, we are polluted. We are lost, we are polluted. We are lost, we are polluted. . Where do we begin. When everything is wrong we just forget.

Aspiration

Victim of anger tied to distance.. Where does it come from?. Distrust I've stood strong held my head high through constant war.. So brutal so violent..

Astray

Cleansing my soul in temples of light. reborn with God's love, delivered form the night. given a second chance with a new life in sight. and after a day there's always the night.

A Hymn To Mortality

For aeons the "worms" have been pursuing but one target: imortality.. But this phantasm, thanks to thee, fulfilled never ever shall be.. . Praised thou shalt be.

Anger Complex

you have broken my very confidence.. now I'm cast out, depraved, a hallow shell.. You have raped my innocence and thus. turned my life into a living hell..

Autoapotheosis

"But see, amid the mimic rout. A crawling shape intrude!. A blood-red thing that writhes from out. The scenic solitude!. It writhes! - It writhes! - with mortal pangs.

...and So The Night Became

As I March

Ascension Of Terror

Anwynn

Le vent frappe la surface. La terre avide et bruyante. Le feu rougit les fers. les larmes et la poussire. Le sang des arbres, viscres de sve brune. Nat des veines de ceux d'Awynn.