No more a victim of a crusade
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewelled sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins...
Exit
Sacrifice
Exit
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Nocturnal Poisoning
Six
Paradise
Pyramid of Skulls
Apparitional Void of Failure
Transcending
Intro
As Fire Scourged the Heavens
Untitled
Unfailing Fall into Naught
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Suicide in Dark Serenity
Intro
Through a Trance of Despondency
Doomed By Howling Winds