The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast...
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2020 • Nihilistic Estrangement
2002 • Songs to Leave
2015 • Hurt Yourself and the Ones You Love
2017 • We Owe You Nothing
2017 • We Owe You Nothing
2003 • Springtime Depression
2000 • Obscura Arcana Mortis