With the fate of muse unsure
Assumed ambiguous in rust
You depart toward death and war
So obedient
Back turned to the winter
You fashion this direction
Still
The bleakness will not
Submit
In Your Eyes
Beast Of Burden
Sanctuary
What Fresh Hell
Chug Jug With You
Nothing Changes
In Your Eyes
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
The Calling
Paying The Toll
The Falling Snow
Salvation
What Fresh Hell
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
Speed Kills
Vexed And Vomit Hexed
Fear Of Change
Beast Of Burden
The Calling
So Where Is God?