Our shadows betray the father
Our dark rites behold
We welcome a parasite
To disease the paradise
Oh father, do not pray
Torched to rot, pleasures decay
Oh father, do not pray
Holy rot in the darkest day
Flat Line
SLASHER
Flatline
Diagnosis
Flat Line
Equilibrium
Where Angels Die
Nightmare
Carnal Consummation In The Empty Space
Killer Instinct
Transformation Within Fictional Mutation
Sleep Paralysis
Sleep Paralysis
Dark Reality
Seething The Flesh In The River Of Phlegethon
Where Angels Die
Nail Driven
In The Acts Of Violence
Where Angels Die
Fuck Like You're In Hel