The Vision Bleak
spirits of the dead
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By Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone,
mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone.
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry,
into thine hour of secrecy.
- Álbum:
- Subversion
- The Unknown
- Witching Hour
- Set Sail To Mystery
- Miscellaneous
- The Kindred of the Sunset
- Timeline - An Introduction to the Vision Bleak
- The Deathship Has a New Captain
- The Vision Bleak
- The Wolves Go Hunt Their Prey
- Witching Hour (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 6
- Carpathia: A Dramatic Poem
- Fifteen Years of Absolute Darkness
- Set Sail to Mystery (Deluxe Edition)
- The Deathship Has a New Captain (Deluxe Edition)
- Carpathia (Deluxe Edition)
- The Unknown (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 4