I am scared to breathe your name
whenever we dissolve to blame:
but one day we will learn to fly
back to treasureland.
Somewhere someone investigates
we appeal to ou

spiritual

Mother sin, you know my bent
Responsible for all
That colours the paths
I have gone
A tragedy was torn
From innocence and sorrow
To a region I belong
Whe

peace_in_my_hands

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun
guilty for keeping the life command
winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need.
If you p

mission

I am the medium to treasures that pulsate in your desire
among the death and the alive my regency swells at you side
I give you
I give blood
I shell become one with god in

wizardry_assemblage

Among the Celts lived a priesthood in ancient times
When the Romans practised justice with despite.
The people asked its riddling members for their advice
And for their imaginat

in_and_for_nothing

In the circle deep
lost me in this gold, gold black
a strong arm in these weak days just
an inner wish to be forgotten...
See, the ships are sailing
They sail withou