Come Not Between The Dragon And His

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.