Black As The Devil Painteth (remix)

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -. Though hath it then caringly caress'd the. Canvas of to-morrow?,. O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth,.

Begin And End

Don't know inside from upside-down. We praise the famed unwittingly. If we had read that we are but illiterate. What would we do?. Keep inventory of things that we do not owe.

Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe,. An ado as aglow;. Belying the paynim. Thou rewrot'st the tome -. An ivy-crown'd and dancing,. And fawn'd and trancing -. Espying the surly wud,.

Beauty Of Deconstruction

Echoes that somehow. Can surround us. Can resound through stillness. Like thoughts of shifting this balance. . Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases.

Automatic Lover

Don't you wanna end up with this mister? Ah. He is just being nice with his kisses and he. Thinks you're not one of the smart ones say it sexy. Doesn't seem like you want that kind of honey, honey.

Aoede

Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds,. Lorn and tyned fro my wame -. 'Seech I more perforce indeed:. Lap I of thee:, Thou art want.. With dulcet gust thine floret,.

As The Shadows Dance

R: My eyes hold the eventide,. Thro' which I 'hold naught else. But the raven;. Sleep my dearest ones -. Mind not the palling velvet darkness. LK: Albeit behind the eyes thou hast.

And When He Falleth (remix)

LK: "Be my kin free fro varnal sin,. Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.". R: "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;. A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,.

Angelique

Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,. Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -. Dew-scented blossom: thou wast pristine,. The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, my colleen..

And When He Falleth

"Be my kin free fro carnal sin,. Bridle the toughts of thy Master.". "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;. A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,.

A Song By The Hearth

"E'er and anon, thence hither -. Yore of this glum gauntness.. Ye eavesdroppest to my plea -. Tarry not thy fealty!. . Stint this bereavement dear friend! -.

And Then He Falleth

"Be my kin free fro carnal sin,. Bride the thoughts of Master.". . "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;. A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,.

A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal

"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -. Sun on high - birds in sky.. Yonder the whist firth eathing,. Fro where a gale erranteth.". . "Ye beholdest but the shadow..

A Rose For The Dead

oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -. albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.. . my precious,. likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?.

Monotonë

Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Instrumental.

...a Distance There Is...

Come in out of the rain thou sayest -. but thou ne'er stept'st aside;. And I am trapp'd - A distance there is.... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof;.

You Stopped The World

When You Look At Her

Sometimes

The Moment Your Heart Would Say Goodbye