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
Sanctuary
What Fresh Hell
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Paying The Toll
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
Beast Of Burden
In Your Eyes
The Calling
Chug Jug With You
Nothing Changes
Beast Of Burden
Leviathan
Salvation
Confusion
The Falling Snow
Speed Kills
Speed Kills
The Calling
So Where Is God?