Last serenades
Her skies they bruise like Nordic women
Deep crimson stains
That Death would claim
His robes of office swim in
As would I
For his dark eye
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
On charred remains
With shared disdain
For those I chose to mortify...
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
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Entrance into Nothingness
Damage Your Soul
Xastur Within
Blood From the Roots of the Forest
Reflecting hateful energy