Magistrates dream of plague
Tongues toil in anticipation
You are awake in their darker visions
Drool slips from grinning mouths
The plague is forcued on us all
Is it there? Are they there?
Shouts of fact abound
But whispers of truth burn through
Is it there? Are they there?
1 | Por Tu Amor |
2 | So Did We |
3 | The Beginning and the End |
4 | Low Tide |
5 | In Fiction |
6 | Weight |
7 | Wills Dissolve |
8 | Way Through Woven Branches |
9 | Syndic Calls |
10 | Hand Of The Host |