I watch the storm approaching
the darkness calls my name
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change
their fruit has putrified
forbidden once and bound to die
the thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun
talons stretch her veil
reclamation, our time has come...
Exit
Sacrifice
Sigils Made of Flesh and Trees
Pyramid of Skulls
Apparitional Void of Failure
Exit
Horizon Of Plastic Caskets
The Light of Those Who Failed
Untitled
Unblessed Be
Telepáticos cujos
Inner Sanctum Surveillance
Beauty is Only Razor Deep
Obfuscated in Oblivion
Intro
Reflecting hateful energy
Blood From the Roots of the Forest
Possession of Desolate Magick
Damage Your Soul
May Your Void Become As Deep As My Hate