Abased by my grief,
the troubled mind I bear,
drags me down the abyss of
endless loneliness. 
Enlight the reek in which you dwell.
You re the weak your soul has fell.
-Hear the prayer of a lost soul. 
Even though the greatest of my wishes
is being stoic, God has made me
one of many stooges. 
Trusting only thou
who is alike myself.
I merge with the darkness
that embraces me for who I am. 
Emaciated by their faulter moves,
they hide under the cloak of blasphemy.
Desperately yearning for love,
finding only misery Avount 
Now I loath the presence of God,
whom I had such trust in.
Only to be abandoned,
my hardest of times. 
Pierce the mind see what is not.
Try to sense the spirit rot.
| 1 | When Light Will Dawn | 
| 2 | The Architecture Of Loss | 
| 3 | From These Wounds | 
| 4 | The Repentant | 
| 5 | Taarene | 
| 6 | Moment In Black | 
| 7 | Yield To Me | 
| 8 | Facing Failure | 
| 9 | Truly A Suffering | 
| 10 | Hunger |