Xanthochroid - To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

Of Aching Empty Pain

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

The Sound Which Has No Name

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Hayat Şaşırtır!

SeveTrillion

Hayat Şaşırtır!

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Make It Easy

What I Might Do

Spending My Time With You

When We Were Young

Why Won't You Love Me

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Lost in Words

Raf

OUT THE MUD

Twisted

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