No more a victim of a crusade
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewelled sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins...
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Unblessed Be
Intro
Untitled
The Light of Those Who Failed
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Telepáticos cujos
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Entrance into Nothingness
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Damage Your Soul
Xastur Within
Blood From the Roots of the Forest
Reflecting hateful energy