Track 7 from my 10 track album, Heosphoros to Holy Death, pending release (currently only up on Bandcamp). Written, sung and produced by me. It's a standout track on the album for me as it's the most personally symbolic and meaningful. It also has the feel to me of a Gothic romance like Wuthering Heights plus a tone of vampirism. I thought I had done well of putting my heart up Ripping it out, cutting it off my sleeve I buried pieces of it deep Jarred some of it high Fed it to the lions and the tigers as sacrifice, sacrifice And burnt it in the fireplace every night To keep me warm To keep the thieves away Satiate the hungering To not hurt again but it’s constant, rejecting The phantom of my heart knocking endlessly A stake through me begging please, put me out of misery Cut finely, thinking logically Elusive so much so lost it The moon made it bloom And Neptune made it vapor Venus made it stranger Cast off to wash up whole again Regenerating I filled every chamber in concrete Shattered to a thousand pieces Hung to dry, hid it under the leaves Froze it in ice to stop the bleeding Oh, stop the bleeding I don’t regret a thing Alone but not lonely Nothing else seems right for me Nothing satiates the hungering To not hurt again but it’s constant, rejecting The phantom of my heart knocking endlessly A stake through me begging please, put me out of misery Cut finelymore

From my upcoming album Philanthia & the Chaos Rose, pending release everywhere. It's a decent semi-introduction to the "darker" themes of the album while reflecting my occult, supernatural/gothic horror influences. I also love the effect the organ has on the track. 9 swords of premonition, the subconscious sent them By 10 it was too late, the pit was made The clocks tick harmonious with the pendulum Cutting the endless air Fog devoured the watchtowers view To see the angels fall To feel the gravity of it all And a healer with a fortitude to harm The front lines aren’t strong The strengths and the weaknesses mingling can’t be deciphered The things they that they love about you will turn to things they hate So, I can’t tell the angels and the demons apart When they visit in the dark Coming from the water, the bridge, elms, and pine Speaking as intuition Manmade to fall with time Back in the quarry Everything down to a science Carried away by irrational fear The same sort of the passion that brought you here 9 swords of premonition, the subconscious sent them By 10 it was too late, the pit was made The clocks tick harmonious with the pendulum Cutting the endless air Fog devoured the watchtowers view To see the angels fall To feel the gravity of it all So, I can’t tell the angels and the demons apart When they visit in the dark When they visit in the dark At the foot of the bed At your shoulder, looking over The corner of your eye Someone passing by A strange light A creak in the quiet Never mind itmore

Track 14 of my third album Nemesis. Written, sung and produced by me. Derailed train of thought weary Quickly grew despair When I first laid eyes on you No time to cry, danger, beware Like a gun held to my head, to my head Reluctant, cheap thrills Through the eyes kill, killing me I set aside time to daydream Repressed a mood swing Hurt my own feelings I let you go, to rotten me, rotten me Rot with me, joys I’ll never known personally Others find each other Come together naturally I gather myself to wander With no one for me With no one for me Take these thoughts A broken home Terms and conditions Give me this alone You are not mine to want You are not mine to miss Give me this Insatiable No more, no less then all consuming My void grew made of lost wishes A flourishing abyss Stop hurting me please I can’t trust you I want to I want to love you But it feels like punishment A gun held to my head Hesitant, cheap thrills Through the eyes kill, killing me But it feels like punishment A gun held to my head Hesitant, cheap thrills Through the eyes kill, killing me Tears heavy my eyes sleep Easing into the pain I can’t stop breaking All things assault All things assault Compromise it’s my fault Set aside time to daydream Repressed a mood swing Hurt my own feelings I let you go, to rotten me, rotten me Rot with me Joys I’ll never known personally Remember to breathe Careful, too shy to scream Disturb anything So, I whisper, I hum to myself pointless Repressed a mood swing Everything’s too little Everything’s too much Reading your touch Reliving days that rotten me Insatiable No more, no less then all consuming My void grew made of lost wishes A flourishing abyss Stop hurting me please I can’t trust you I want to I want to love you But it feels like punishment A gun held to my head Hesitant, cheap thrills Through the eyes kill, killing me I want to know the joys of life without The shroud of the clouds To appreciate The sky coming down Coming downmore