Take a seat by the fire, strange traveller, and warm yourself against the howling arctic gale, an intruder in these southern, tropical lands. I bet you’ve never seen something the likes of this before, have you? An everlasting storm strayed well beyond its home…

Faces in the Shadows

Join us on the outrun, where the wind blows hardest but the fires burn hottest. We’ll stoke our souls against the savage cold that comes knocking against them in these chaos months, when the gods turn their cruelest creations upon our land…

Her Eyes Were the Eyes of the Storm

Because here, my friend, my dear stranger…

Outrun

Here where the darkness bites quickest, and a midsummer night’s terror looks like a dream to distant eyes — here I’ll tell you the greatest secret of our long-lost ancestors…

A Midsummer Night’s Terror

…that you can pull things from your mind’s eye into creation — from your imagination into physical, corporeal, tangible, touch-able reality. It’s true. It takes centuries for it to happen, though, so usually you’re long dead by the time it comes to fruition.

Scattering (Song for Neria)

So now we scatter, my beloved, to the furthest reaches of these cosmic seas. We’ll soak deep into the earth and billow up into the sky…

Like Sand, Slipping Between Your Fingers…

…as time slips on by, and leaves us behind…

…leaving nothing but dust, sand, ash, and a cry that lingers on the wind… just hanging there, that drawn-out sound, like a bell poised to toll, suspended eternally, forever on that precipice, right on the edge of being, I mean right on the edge of being…

Deadly Nightshade

…but by the flick of fate’s callous wrist, here we are, and there she is, and oh,

what could have been.