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
Exit
Apparitional Void of Failure
Pyramid of Skulls
Intro
Unblessed Be
Entrance into Nothingness
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
The Light of Those Who Failed
Bleak Necrotic Paleness
Telepáticos cujos
The Next Plane of Existence
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
Masquerade Of Incisions
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Untitled
Reflecting hateful energy
Possession of Desolate Magick