I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it.
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
| 1 | Winter |
| 2 | Ad Mortem Festinamus |
| 3 | Entre Moi Et Mon Amin |
| 4 | Ecce Gratum |
| 5 | Falling Star |
| 6 | Entre Moi et Mon Ami |
| 7 | Ecce Gratum (Club Mix) |
| 8 | Flamma |
| 9 | Obscure |
| 10 | Maravillosos |