Depravity favours the bold
Our sins are stubborn
Our repentance weak
Lavish our confessions
Sins cleansed by tears
Everyday a step closer towards hell
Without horror, through gloom that stinks
If rape and poison, dagger and fire
Still not embroidered their pleasant designs
On banal canvas of our pitiable destinies
It is because our souls, alas, are not bold enough
Carnage
Idol
Carnage
De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas
In the Constellation of the Black Widow
The Joystream
Tod Huetet Uebel
Regression to the Mean
The Lucifer Effect
Endarkenment
The Oblivion Gene
Forging Towards The Sunset
Depravity Favours The Bold
De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas
Timewave Zero
Thus, Always, To Tyrants
More Of Fire Than Blood
The Destroying Angel
Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light
Terror in the Mind of God