Conceived and bred in blackened pits of hell, - "Which Will Scarcely Be Understood" |
"Who are you?" I asked
the phantom, - "The Tempter" |
Solomon Kane stood forth alone, More of the man had ye been, on deck - "The One Black Stain" |
We race the steed of the Saxon knight - "Marching Song of Connacht" |
"We beat them back with broken blades, till crimsom ran the tide; Where is Bess?" said Solomon Kane. "Woe that I caused her tears." - "Solomon Kane's Homecoming" |
Life is a lamp with the glimmer gone, - "Hope Empty of Meaning" |
The mighty poets write in blood and tears - "Musings" |
What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? - "The Road of Kings" |