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
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Unblessed Be
Untitled
Damage Your Soul
Reflecting hateful energy
Nocturnal Poisoning
Untitled II
The Light of Those Who Failed
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Untitled
Xastur Within
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