The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.
The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn, each mourning, upon a festering grave.
The moonlight has no shine through the doom.
The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm in the doom of howling winds
For we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night.
Exit
Sacrifice
Exit
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Nocturnal Poisoning
Six
Paradise
Pyramid of Skulls
Apparitional Void of Failure
Transcending
Intro
As Fire Scourged the Heavens
Untitled
Unfailing Fall into Naught
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Intro
Doomed By Howling Winds
Summon the End of Time
Legion of Sin and Necromancy