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
Beast Of Burden
In Your Eyes
Leviathan
Chug Jug With You
Salvation
Nothing Changes
The Falling Snow
Confusion
Sanctuary
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
Salvation
Fear Of Change
Beast Of Burden