• Dead-Stor
  • Deadwish
    God, You make me weak, weak at my knees. I lay open on a table strapped with no limbs, I gave my all to You, God. On this platform I stand with a heart unbroken...
  • Storm
    My God, make them like straw that the wind blows away. Make them like tumbleweed. Destroy them as fire burns up a forest. Destroy them as a flame sets mountains...