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A Harvest of Dread
Disc 1
01. Vast Choirs
02. The Thrash of Naked Limbs
03. The Snow in My Hand
04. Black Voyage
05. Apocalypse Woman
06. The Light at the End of the World
07. Feel the Misery
Disc 2
01. Like a Perpetual Funeral
02. Two Winters Only
03. My Hope, the Destroyer
04. I Cannot Be Loved
05. A Doomed Lover
06. You Are Not the One Who Loves Me
07. And Then You Go
Disc 3
01. Symphonaire infernus et spera empyrium (demo 1991)
02. Vast Choirs (demo 1991)
03. The Grief of Age (demo 1991)
04. Catching Feathers (demo 1991)
05. God Is Alone
06. De Sade Soliloquy
07. The Bitterness and the Bereavement
08. The Sexuality of Bereavement
09. A Sea to Suffer In (early production demo, November 1994)
10. From Darkest Skies (early production demo, November 1994)
11. Your Shameful Heaven (early production demo, November 1994)
12. The Cry of Mankind (instrumental album recording)
Disc 4
01. All Swept Away (early production demo, June 1996)
02. Like Gods of the Sun (early production demo, June 1996)
03. The Whore, the Cook, the Mother (early production demo, February 1998)
04. An Unforgettable Journey (early production demo, February 1998)
05. I Believe (early production demo, February 1998)
06. On Monolith (early production demo, February 1998)
07. Glorious Midnight (early production demo, February 1998)
08. The Fool (early production demo, February 1998)
09. The Child of Eternity
10. Scarborough Fair
11. Failure
12. Hollow Cathedra
Disc 5
01. From Darkest Skies
02. The Cry of Mankind
03. The Dark Caress
04. For You
05. A Kiss to Remember
06. Like Gods of the Sun
07. All Swept Away
08. Your Shameful Heaven
Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kind heart now pines
For whom the gods love, dies young

Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers

No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to dust I shall return

Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimpering
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams

Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please, pray for me

When deep sleep falls on men
Father, hold me
I am yours to bear
AD-te

In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age

Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the newborn

Stricken, I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocents fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent

Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the laborious memory of pain
In the rich upheaval of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me

Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD-te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus