Xanthochroid - To Souls Distant and Dreaming

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

The Sound Which Has No Name

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Of Aching Empty Pain

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

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OUT THE MUD

Make It Easy

get him back!

Kya Bolti Tu

Mocha

When We Were Young

Sabela

Splove

Trap Or Die

Cornfield

What I Might Do

Захотел

Hiya naaoula

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