Xanthochroid - Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Of Aching Empty Pain

The Sound Which Has No Name

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

Hayat Şaşırtır!

What I Might Do

Nothing

I Stand Accused

Do You Mind

Why Won't You Love Me

XO

Twisted

Salvatore

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Трава не зелена

Liquor

Make It Easy

Devil Tried To Get Me

When We Were Young