Separation from the body of Christ.
Town divided in numerous districts.
The globe all covered be wanderers. They roam with no direction.
The holy land, the promised land - your time will come and they will be returned.
Attach us to your graceful limbs, the pierced palms.
Should our ways diverge, we will be doomed to our deadly fate.
1 | Cold Stare |
2 | Pathos |
3 | In Session |
4 | Providence |
5 | Rule the Blood |
6 | Woven Hands |
7 | Where The Spirits Tread |
8 | Backwoods |
9 | Eastern Era |
10 | Covenant Colours |