Please take my hand, and let me lead you through these museum halls.
My god, the light casts an ugly shadow across these decaying walls.
And should I ask you, is that fear I see etched across your sullen eyes?
Because inside this house, behind these cold stone walls,
you can hide amongst the candlelight but you cannot hide your voice.
| 1 | Hail Satan |
| 2 | Do Not Move A Muscle, Do Not Breathe A Word |
| 3 | More Fireflies For The Candlelight |
| 4 | I Am What You Are |
| 5 | Disinformasiya |
| 6 | The Acidic Taste Of Betrayal |