Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.

The Only Unbearable Thing Is That Nothing Is Unbearable.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn