1Uncreation's Whirring Loom You Ply With Crippled FingersIngurgitating Oblivion
2To Weave the Tapestry of NoughtIngurgitating Oblivion
3The Blossoms of Your Tomorrow Shall Unfold in My HeartIngurgitating Oblivion
4Lest I Should Perish With Travel, Effete and Weary, as My Knees Refuse to Bear Me ThitherIngurgitating Oblivion
5The Barren Earth Oozes Blood, and Shakes and Moans, to Drink Her Children's GoreIngurgitating Oblivion
