BORGNE

Near the Bottomless Precipice I Stand

L’Écho de mon Mal

To Cut the Flesh and Feel Nothing but Stillness

Even If the Devil Sings into My Ears Again

Vers des Horizons aux Teintes ardentes

Where the Crown is Hidden

I Drown My Eyes into the Broken Mirror

The Swords of the Headless Angels

Everything is Blurry Now