Xanthochroid - To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

The Sound Which Has No Name

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

Of Aching Empty Pain

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

Residuals

When We Were Young

Doo Be Doo

I Don't Play About My Paper

Muntu wami

Do You Mind

What I Might Do

Nasır

Twisted

Ezinye

Liquor

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Mambotjie

Sabela

O Little Town Of Bethlehem