Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth...
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Damage Your Soul
Unblessed Be
Reflecting hateful energy
Untitled II
Nocturnal Poisoning
The Light of Those Who Failed
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Untitled
Xastur Within
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