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
Apparitional Void of Failure
Exit
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
The Light of Those Who Failed
Telepáticos cujos
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Unblessed Be
Intro
Reflecting hateful energy
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Blood From the Roots of the Forest
Possession of Desolate Magick
Damage Your Soul
The eye upon the throne