In the name of their bastard son
They murdered our forests and beliefs
So your god will forgive?
Yet I shall never!
Our time has come
Hatred was the spell
Chosen as our weapon
Murdering, killing one by one,
Stench of death reaches the sky,
And this time their heaven falls
In the storms of red revenge.
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Unblessed Be
Intro
The Light of Those Who Failed
Untitled
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