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
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Damage Your Soul
Unblessed Be
The Light of Those Who Failed
Reflecting hateful energy
Untitled II
Nocturnal Poisoning
Telepáticos cujos
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Untitled
Possession of Desolate Magick