melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow
For irony to serve
are the glorious those who triumph
in a kingdom of eternity?
...a castle of sand
whose roof has sheltered my
I sense "the absence of triumph and lust
abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"
...who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks
"To enter a kingdom of
flesh - a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hel"
I am as chosen as the weaver himself.
- Earth's Last Picture
- Gather For Attack On The ..
- Black Victory Of Death
- Majestic Desolate Eye
- The Serpents Harvest