- 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 po...
- 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...
- 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 grea...
- As Embers Dress The Sky
The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind Shine on morning skyfire ablaze this fi...
- Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten From which of thi...
- I Am The Wooden Doors
When all is withered and torn And all has perished and fallen These great wooden doors shall remain closed When the heart is a grave filled with blood And the ...
- In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
Through vast valleys I wonder To the highest peaks On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape In search of God, in spite of man 'til the lost forsaken endle...
- Kneel To The Cross
[Sol Invictus cover] Give us our bread and bury our dead And kneel to the cross on the wall Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake Just kneel to the c...
- Of Stone, Wind And Pillor
It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world, lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird Is this life the pillor I must bear? To grow...
- She Painted Fire Across The Skyline
Oh dismal mourning I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped and wished I'd d...
- The Melancholy Spirit
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods The blackest ravens and ice-veil...
- The Wilderness
It was when I realized that life has no meaning no purpose, no quarry no answeres And all the dreary night that had befallen across the land I slipped into a r...
- This Old Cabin
Blood on my hands I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night this life I ha...
- You Were But A Ghost In My Arms
Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall Amber nectar, misery ichor cascading in streams of hallowed form For each stain...