The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

Death Rock Me Asleep.