In the shadow abyss
Of the wilderness
The call of a dear brother is but the sound
Of a stranger
Ancient fires will arise
Power of the lifeless to stand once more
Punishment for our sins
Payment is due
Faceless
As a Whole
Forecast
Spun
Spun
Iconoclasm
Forecast
Two Degrees Below
Diluting Inertia
Iconoclasm
As a Whole
Allegiance To The Flesh
Faceless
Filter Of Syntax
Grifter
Spun
Bleed Into One
Your (Destructive) Self
For Indifference
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