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
What Fresh Hell
Sanctuary
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
In Your Eyes
Paying The Toll
Vexed And Vomit Hexed
The Calling
Beast Of Burden
Leviathan
Salvation
Nothing Changes
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
The Falling Snow
Chug Jug With You
Scenic Solitude And Leprosy
What Fresh Hell
Sanctuary