Forging your spears with blood from our hearts,
scorning not lust but derision
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium
Calling the winds for a knowledge untaught,
which passion shall never disturb thee ?
Which mission in life shall die in my hands ?
Strong are the stems of Nasturtium
1 | Absence Spells Beyond |
2 | Epitaph |
3 | Victorious Men Of Earth |
4 | Naked Eye |
5 | Sinking Trails Of Wisdom |
6 | Bluntness |
7 | Descent To Dion |