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