Caustic fluids dripping from the gills underneath
Give rise to the pilar and the shroud deep beneath
Moist from the dew caught in a web glistening
The reverberating grating filaments bristling
If better trained was I
No flower would die
With the fatehr's sigh
You are all destined to lie
Glossy unbroken and sleek, smooth space
Obcured naked spored fungals, sporidesmium
| 1 | Free Me |
| 2 | Panoramic |
| 3 | Atmosphere |
| 4 | Psychoma |
| 5 | Loathe |
| 6 | Spores |
| 7 | Vulnerable |
| 8 | Under Veil Of The Endless Grey Sky |
| 9 | Precipice |
| 10 | Glide |