The Distance, Busy with Shadows

歌词
In heaps they were
the deads stacked high
I crapped and sang among them.
Black was I, yet bent to it;
God and I had shown them.
It fell at my feet
No!
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds
I will kiss it
It is within me now.
I feel the birth of doom
And the fruit of my body,
Stares right out of this room
专辑信息
1.A Hand of Awful Rewards
2.And Then You Go
3.Of Sorry Eyes in March
4.The Distance, Busy with Shadows
5.Of Lilies Bent with Tears
6.You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
7.In Your Dark Pavilion
8.Vanitã© Triomphante
9.That Dress and Summer Skin