In the name of their bastard son
They murdered our forests and beliefs
So your god will forgive?
Yet I shall never!
Our time has come
Hatred was the spell
Chosen as our weapon
Murdering, killing one by one,
Stench of death reaches the sky,
And this time their heaven falls
In the storms of red revenge.
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
Reflecting hateful energy
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Intro
Possession of Desolate Magick
Damage Your Soul
Blood From the Roots of the Forest
The eye upon the throne