The sun has eclipsed
holy angels wept
his wounds shall bleed again
when horned souls awake
Rise, the Cainian tribe
rise, disciples of light
the altars bathed in blood
when horned souls awake
We are the claws of eagle
drops of fiery rain
so tremble you sheep of god
when horned souls awake
Pied Piper
Pied Piper
Love
Architecture
Burn
Most Arrogant Life Form
Breathe Out
Mother Pandora
Sweetest Stench Of The Dead - The Battlefield
Gambit
Kiss My Sword
The Birth Of The Race
Homodeus
Mane - Tekel - Fares
Sweetest Stench Of The Dead
Burn
Apokathastasis - Out Of Chaos
Yet Another Armageddon
Upwards To Conquer Heaven
The Third Eye