Widow's Wall
de Hammers of Misfortune
We are the widows of the winter
to whom no spring shall ever dawn
We are a window to the future
The morrow's first polluted yawn
We are a dowry to destruction
In all the shouting we shall drown
We are the shadows of the good times
We are the echo, not the sound
Indolent we promenade across the page
Redolent of meaning lost and gone
Strewn about the airwaves of this new dark age
Still without our substance carry on
We are the widows
We the words
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The Bastard Sapling
The Bastard
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The Dragon is Summoned
The Bastard
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On Wings of Vengeance
The Bastard
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You Should Have Slain Me
The Bastard
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Hunting Tyrant
The Bastard
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Trot Out The Dead
The Locust Years
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Tyrant Dies
The Bastard
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The Locust Years
The Locust Years
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An Oath Sworn in Hell
The Bastard
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The Witch's Dance
The Bastard
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A Room and a Riddle
The August Engine
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Vipers Cross
Overtaker
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Chastity Rides
The Locust Years
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Almost (Left Without You)
Church of Broken Glass
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The Day the City Died
17th Street
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The Dancing Master: All in a Garden Green
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