Sol is flaring from her tongue,
With hair the color of the sun.
Falling from the cliffs, hung high with snow,
Into the waters deep and far below.
The Venus risen up radiates in the east.
And how they delight to make the beast.
Intertwined yet sewn, Solace melds in the skin
Oh how Satan loves his sin.
Flickers
Flickers
A Solitary Order
Constance
The World That is Lost
Kronostory
L'oss Hall
The Dead do Not Revolt
Killkorps
Ascension of Indigtaion
The Trepan Of The Clock
Solipsistica Nihilisti
Feraland
Correcting the Human Model
The Indictment Of Birth
Patterns Of Force
Nebuchadnezzar Division
Satan and the Sun
Kalki's Army
The 36 faces of Adam Qadmon