Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete
The zenith of reality's hood
Where infinity runs its course
Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete
Your blood will stain your gold
Beyond reason
Beyond intellect
Your idea of hope
In Your Eyes
Sanctuary
What Fresh Hell
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
Paying The Toll
The Calling
In Your Eyes
Beast Of Burden
Nothing Changes
Chug Jug With You
Leviathan
Salvation
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
Census Of Stars
Beast Of Burden
The Falling Snow
Release Of Tears
Pages Of Time