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
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Apparitional Void of Failure
Pyramid of Skulls
Intro
Unblessed Be
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Masquerade Of Incisions
The Light of Those Who Failed
Entrance into Nothingness
Untitled
The Next Plane of Existence
Bleak Necrotic Paleness
Telepáticos cujos
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Reflecting hateful energy
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate