within these pages
i find myself
who holds the Reins
who makes delay
within (the) tenuity of sagefield
i sail near the death
obsessed with deityship
down on your seer - noone caress
so young
back rows
fond smile
so young
back rows
pass him by
this one of a black rose gonna cry
young fry
you did wrong things tonight
deeply in red
deeply in debt
creep in my music
diablerie is a must
for one who take on a little
hush! heaven dust
contango day for morrow
just like to row against the blood
some punishment some respect
some spicy joy u didn't expect
so young
back rows
fond smile
so young
back rows
funeral pile
this one of a black rose gonna cry
young fry
for the last rites tonight..