Xanthochroid - Of Aching Empty Pain

To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

The Sound Which Has No Name

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

I Don't Play About My Paper

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Mambotjie

Hey Kop

Nothing

Twisted

Muntu wami

Sabela

When We Were Young

Best of My Love

I Stand Accused

Do You Mind

Why Won't You Love Me

Make It Easy

What I Might Do