A time that once was burning in depths,
a time that withered the mind.
Being venomous, blood,
on a purified soil.
Night on the edge of the day.
Beholding the rising,
beholding these paths.
A new aeon.
Reaching the way out, away,
without finding it.
Beholding the dance of shadows.
In the cold nest of plague that spreads warmness into me.
1 | Bathe In Flames |
2 | Burned |
3 | Cabal Of Thieves |
4 | Midnight Massacre |
5 | The War Machine Embodiment |
6 | Sentenced To Eternal Life |
7 | In Armor |