Angels in reverse
Crowd
The threatening skies
I am counting
The grey church towers
Warning bells are about to toll
Bring out your dead
most of them have died
the most memorable of deaths
They were all filthy traitors
And have died by my sword
The scent of the night
I will not close my eyes
The Ballads of Lonely Poets
I will shit on your grave
The Causes of Shipwrecks