- A mask in the mirror
Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept you and yours alive. ...and if that was fear... I'd leave you with your doves. You'd want to eat the hand that ...
- Autumn leaves
Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea. Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees. We shall inherit the time... Like the thunder stands for c...
- Coiled in wings
A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings. Swim with me, meet my dreamking... See my br...
- Den sеkaldte
Listen, hear my demons dance after a view and a fallen star, they gather. Look, see my demons gleam they've brought us stains and my bubbles bother. Drifting ...
- Den sИkaldte
Listen, hear my demons dance after a view and a fallen star, they gather. Look, see my demons gleam they've brought us stains and my bubbles bother. Drifting ...
- I sang for the swans
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear: "It nev...
- It's magic
Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am forever. ...
- Remembrance of things past
This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows... (I...
- The carrier of wounds
I slumber throught my years. Like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... the son of ...
- The plunderer
The dust the Dreamking and I. Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons. We did what the sun forbade us to. Oh how mournful we are, soon to be given w...
- Those who caress the pale
Strange how mysteriousness bound us and drags us through these dark times Strange how the twilight encourages us and fills us with awesome pride. Strange how ...
- To swarm deserted away
I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the mysteries...
- You that may wither
A distant cry... From what I perished for? No... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of...