Indifferent to the process it still creates indifferent to the outcome it sill
Operates this wheel of doom and perpetual sickness turn
I deem you demiurg lord of abominations
And through forever it spews its sick the primitive machinery
Perpetual breeding ground of disease the primitive machinery
Cold Skin
World Burial
Cold Skin
Monolithany
Flesh Festival
Travellers Of The Vortex
The Doom that Came to...
Scorn Empire
Death Grasp Oblivion
The Cold Hand Of Death
Life Is A Coma
Monolithany Pt. II
The Dreams Without End
Orbiting a Dead Sun
From Laughter To Retching
City of Ib
The Primitive Machinery
Slakthus Gamleby