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
Beast Of Burden
Sanctuary
What Fresh Hell
Chug Jug With You
In Your Eyes
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Nothing Changes
So Where Is God?
What Fresh Hell
The Calling
Paying The Toll
Beast Of Burden
The Falling Snow
The Calling
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Legends Of Minstrels
Salvation
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
The Bitter Emblem Of Dissolve