Halls and walls of consequence deem endless,
where hope is the art of lying to yourself.
You're a lost fucking cause in a vicious circle of endless rape.
You've raped yourself in front of the mirrors I held before you
running from a future and leaving a maze of scars.
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Obfuscated in Oblivion
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
Telepáticos cujos
Untitled
Possession of Desolate Magick