Autumn Air

Blue

Fragments of Autumn

Angry Sky

A View From A Hill

Felis catus

Buddha

Toward the Within

The Spider’s Stratagem

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.

Black Sun

I’ve seen the eyes of living dead…
All sense of freedom gone…
Like having a black sun in a white world.

Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
It’s all sex and death as far as I can tell.

Like Prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
And I feel that’s all we’ve ever needed to know,
‘Til worlds end and the seas run cold.

Dead Can Dance