Christ is lowered
needing thoughts to exist
A wicked time is at hand
This tone your holocaust
And virtue is for the dead
Cold cacophony surronds you mind
Trade slavery
Bloodied, chained, and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocy
Amond mountains of wispered lies
And the trails of the foe
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
Paying The Toll
What Fresh Hell
The Calling
Beast Of Burden
The Falling Snow
The Calling
So Where Is God?
Are First Loves Forgotten?
Salvation
The Bitter Emblem Of Dissolve
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
Pages Of Time