 
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 |