Confusion Hath Fuck His Masterpiece

The Mutes Have Begun To Speak

Four Cubits And a Span

The Dead Who Climb Up To The Sky

Hollow Feeds The Emptying Death

Escape! Harmony Is Disclosure

I've Got a Gut Feeling

With Every Wrist Outstretched

And Every Sword Unsheathed

With This Dagger In My Heart I Shall Turn The World To Ash

Suffering Is a Gift From God

Decadence In The House Of Rats

The Altar

Summer Comes To Multiply

Hole In My Head

The Gates Have Closed And They Will Never Open

The Chalice

Ten Thousand Years Of Unending Failure

Every Day a Weeping Curse

In The Feral Grace Of Night, May The Last Breath Never Come

I Will Possess Your Heart

Out, Brief Candle

Genesis Of The Daffodil