Xanthochroid - Of Gods Bereft of Grace

To Lost and Ancient Gardens

Walk with Me O Winged Mother

Through Caverns Old and Yawning

Reveal Your Shape O Formless One

Through Chains That Drag Us Downward

To Souls Distant and Dreaming

To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand

In Deep and Wooded Forests of My Youth

Of Aching Empty Pain

The Sound Which Has No Name

Of Gods Bereft of Grace

The Sound of a Glinting Blade

Toward Truth and Reconciliation

Of Strength and the Lust for Power

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

What I Might Do

Sabela

Residuals

When We Were Young

Nasır

Hold Me Back

O Little Town Of Bethlehem

Another Sad Love Song

Hey Kop

Doo Be Doo

Muntu wami

Hayat Şaşırtır!

Twisted

Ezinye