Within these darkest walls.
As I write these lines.
In this domain of decay.
Words fall on the soil beneath.
Enfold, embrace, besiege, swathe.
My domain.
Within these darkest walls.
How can I be human?
They say they are blind.
Smearing ashes across glass.
In this forest of harbored thoughts.
There's demons in my mind.
And I entrust myself to the lure.
Of leaving this existence behind.
| 1 | A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh |
| 2 | Circle of the tyrants |
| 3 | Morbid tales |
| 4 | Cherry orchards |
| 5 | Dethroned emperor |
| 6 | Mexican radio |
| 7 | The usurper |
| 8 | Drown in Ashes |
| 9 | Mesmerized |
| 10 | Wine in my hand |