I Can't Talk To You

Forgotten Tomb - Negative Megalomania

Uprising - II

Atlas is Sovereign

Weresoul - demons and devils always get the last laugh...

Hit the Gym, go for a hike....

Hermóðr - Forest Sky

Beauty isolated is terrible and unbearable, and the unclouded sight overkills the beholder.

His only refuge is in insignificant things, in labor that keeps the mind from thought, and in companionship that gives back to the ego some of its former virility. But he who has looked long on naked beauty may never return to the world, and though he should try, he will find its occupation empty and vain, and human intercourse purposeless and futile. Alone and lost, he must die on the altar of beauty.

“It was supposed that lost spirits were roving about everywhere in the invisible air, waiting for children to find them if they searched long and patiently enough…"

Worsen - Cursed to Witness Life

"The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark and feral country."

"Nothing could stop it. Mountains were stamped flat. Rivers were dammed off or drained or put elsewhere. The marshes were filled. The animals shot from the trees and then the trees cut down. And the big gray machines moved forward, gobbling up the jungle with their iron teeth, chewing it clean of its life and all its living things. Until it was no more. Leveled, smoothed as a highway is smoothed, its centuries choked beneath millions and millions of tons of hardened stone. The birth of a city... It had become the death of a world."

"The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark and feral country."