Mother sin, you know my bent
Responsible for all
That colours the paths
I have gone
A tragedy was torn
From innocence and sorrow
To a region I belong
Where days of trust grown
Inside life
Have not existed for one stand
Not even
Day
Has come.
I may obey.
Path into black.
Raven on my shoulder.
Bow to spiritual.
You who taught me conjuration
In hours of hellish creed;
Fragile, grey-haired picture dead
Why you will pass, and I will sneer.
1 | Pandemonium |
2 | Mission |
3 | Dead In Love |
4 | Fatehistory |
5 | Peace In My Hands |
6 | Of Sceptre Their Ashes May Be |
7 | My Repertory Of Grey |
8 | In And For Nothing |
9 | Myth |