Xanthochroid - The Sound Which Has No Name

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

Of Aching Empty Pain

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Yoko

Splove

Trap Or Die

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

RAW MINISTER

Valovi

Mocha

Make It Easy

When We Were Young

Тяжело быть пидором на заводе

Юра, мы всё проебали

Reflections of Shadows

Kya Bolti Tu

Obsidian

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