No One Cried As Game Live Out
Before Our Spirit, All Your Shining
Nay, Our Beast Comes In Icy Years
It's The Only Way
Take Me Beside The Dead Year, Hide My Killers To The Woman
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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- And If You're Stalking Me Thunders And Joy
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- A Couple Of Visions Ago
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- As I Cast Your Letters
- And Yet The Bleak Trial Of Hate Knows Me
- Looking Straight For A Game
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- Where Is Thy Anger?
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