|Table of Contents|
|Inanis Poculum I|
|Inanis Poculum II|
|Inanis Poculum III|
|Inanis Poculum IV|
|Inanis Poculum V|
|Inanis Poculum VI|
|Inanis Poculum VII|
|Sui Generis I|
|Sui Generis II|
|Tabula Rasa I|
|Tabula Rasa II|
|Tabula Rasa III|
|Cupiditas Libido I|
|Cupiditas Libido II|
|Cupiditas Libido III|
|Cupiditas Libido IV|
Destiny, I bow to you, for you hold a pride so rare.
Forthcoming. To be. And all is what you share.
Destiny, my fortune. The reason born for time.
Not a door, or a veil, but a warning, caution sign.
Destiny, I adore you for in time you never change.
And through your face, your eyes; I see but a wider range.
Destiny, my future, what's past, presides to be.
A stamp? A seal? No. A hand be-guiding me.
For destiny, advancing, now gone, you followed fast.
And yet, you've always known, again I'd be the last.
And destiny, arising, now take me by the hand.
To forward, forthcoming, alas, you understand.