You always go out into the night
When you come home you come home to a fight
The things that you do make them so confused
The thing that you do makes them so confused
We run the night your better watch the black
Switchblade pulled, baby, into your back
We never go out we never stay in
We find ourselves attracted to sin
Gimme War
Red Slash
One Of Us
End Of Time At The Gates Of Hell
Be My Death Cult
Born With A Scorpion's Touch
Sea Of Dirt
At Night I Am The Warmest
Your Ghost
Mother of Mercy
Serpentflame
Let Doom Overtake Us
Only The Dead Know My Name
And In the End... I Am Nothing
Drift Into Dust
Heart Possession
Bring Us Hell
Voices Of The Dead
Coffin Of Ruins
Hallucinatory Void