Cometh the Lion     Cometh the Lion, cometh the hour.   On his head is my name; on his back is my power.   The time is narrow, and the...

And so the gods of lead and brass, The idols and their thrones, The teraphim made of fibreglass The mummified skulls and bones, Are...

Before I had to chance to complete my creation I was cast down by the rebel angels and made to...

A storm wind comes from the hidden north filling my mouth, my lungs, with dust ...