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
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Unblessed Be
Damage Your Soul
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
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Untitled II
Nocturnal Poisoning
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Legion of Sin and Necromancy
Unfailing Fall into Naught
Legacy of Human Irrelevance
Sacrifice
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