Titan [Canada] piosenki

All is vanity As the light bearer descends. Omnia Vanitas Ultimately fruitless. An epitaph. 

Act One, Scene ii: Claire: The head that will become a skull is already empty. That is the sight of the mind so crowded to forget us. Michel: Has she not sent for the prophet; been wisened by the cleric drink'd from the oracle's cup? Claire: More trul...

I go out walking, I take the side streets Find hidden churches I have never seen In houses line sleep those for it to nourish On stone outside, my own place of worship My sal and my sins bend as it pleases Blessings are sings, my secret diseases I...

The things I do for that miserable little girl, with a crown of sorrows offer the sore wealth of the world. A black portrait painted of a naked, violent scene; hung to high got my poor eyes to see but that's the perfume; that's the kiss. those the...

See this tribute to no one but myself, in the form of a portrait painted by the hands of a friend. It glares at me in all my glory - the eyes of a beast. The will of a demon. and a lifetime of sins. The next winter, when the woods are bare and ex...

destroyed person the gone human the sore wealth of experience builds a temple of skulls to the god of war violent pleasures being human refusal of confession the ground is hot the rats are leaving rot in the walls of babel BURN, BURN...

Concrete poured / to rings on the earth Walls rise / the depths of this ocean Stone carved / the face of God Decorated as a hero and cursed to death This colossus / wood crafted / iron forged My hangman / an audience / thinly veiled War I am he...

I sit as an abscess on the skin of the univese This is the alabaster mold / the shape I want to preserve don’t tell me that it’s necessary - even when I subvert the cross I’m still bound by destiny and finalities. The wounds on my skin won’t heal. Th...

Run and hope it takes you in time. To my beginning or before. His and our father, whose life determines mine. The clouds have sunk to the earth, and sit as a smoldering fog. A top it all sits only he - on his throne of blood. A continent raised walls against i...

Sonnet 6 Come young weather, part clouds of jealous cold Heat the earth and make born of it the dew. to drink in your warmth, like a breath and hold Make love, th'unending sun, so start it new. Immortal season, like Hera calls on: The moon, a ston...