 
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 |