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
Travellers Of The Vortex
Monolithany
World Burial
Cold Skin
Flesh Festival
The Doom that Came to...
The Cold Hand Of Death
The Dreams Without End
Monolithany Pt. II
Scorn Empire
Life Is A Coma
Death Grasp Oblivion
Orbiting a Dead Sun
From Laughter To Retching
Slakthus Gamleby
City of Ib
The Primitive Machinery
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