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
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Pyramid of Skulls
Intro
Unblessed Be
Entrance into Nothingness
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
The Light of Those Who Failed
Bleak Necrotic Paleness
Telepáticos cujos
The Next Plane of Existence
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Masquerade Of Incisions
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Reflecting hateful energy
Possession of Desolate Magick