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
Beast Of Burden
Paying The Toll
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
In Your Eyes
Chug Jug With You
Nothing Changes
The Calling
Salvation
Speed Kills
Confusion
Are Lunatic
The Falling Snow
Beast Of Burden
The Falling Snow
So Where Is God?
Sanctuary