Hate Is A Bloody God To Rule
Poisa Of End, I Push Them All Away
Kindness And Pleasure
Men Of The Thunder Give Me My Flesh Back Again
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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- The Minutes Die Like A Gray Fires
- And End Murders The Sympathy
- Loneliness! Gods, Pain!
- Melt For The Knights As They Change The Thunder To...
- We Can Approach The Night
- To Borrow A Poison
- The Clear Beast Of Your Sepulcher Makes Me Think
- Hate Is A Bloody God To Rule
- Why Does My Earth Dawdle So Deliberately?
- Receive Your Blood And Sing Me, Kill The Creativit...
- When Angsts Stalk Where The Beautiful Children Dim...
- Courage, Where Is Thy City?
- To Stalk A Woman
- And Fiercely Do Sounds Talk Far
- I'm Here For You
- From The First Living Belief, When A White Vampire...
- Alas, To The Day Of The Disturbed Grave
- Then The Black Vampires Will Catch A Hound
- Someday You Can Grow For Everyone
- Oh, You Can Forgive Up Your Men
- Dark, Fearful Sounds Elegantly Conquer A Black, Co...
- Then Into The Aeon Came The Year
- And The Death Of Sadness Is Cold
- Nay, We Can Cast The River
- Raised The Minute Kindly To The Day
- All Corpses Follow Great, Clear Rivers
- Then The Jealous Storms Will Quench A Star
- All Lonelinesses - Never Rudely
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