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
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Unblessed Be
Damage Your Soul
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Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
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Nocturnal Poisoning
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Legion of Sin and Necromancy
Unfailing Fall into Naught
Legacy of Human Irrelevance
Sacrifice
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