As I walked, along the beach,
Feet cushioned by hot sand...

A peacock sat alone one day,
Admiring his tail...

Out from the light
Of the heavens it came...

Dreams, tears, screams, fears,
The sound of time should ring...

Cormada.
In the land where time began...

When Angels Die.
When you look at the sky and its gloomy and dark...

Look into my eyes.
Turn your gaze away...

I know she waits, within its walls.
Black is the cave in front of me...

While my dark lover waits.
Looking out the, darkened window...

The fire.
It hurts, but often its too beautiful to pull your...

The moonlight strokes the surface,
Of the lake, among the night...

The dark grew slowly,
Riding bare-back...