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 |