Poor weary soul,
To think how much you used to praise
At night when primal chaos sets,
A flame of the brightest kind
Rises from slumber in secret
As the time slowly unwind
1 | Celestial Phenomena |
2 | Poisoned Flesh |
3 | Altered Verses |
4 | Stigma Diaboli |
5 | From Darkness There Springs Light |
6 | Darkened Shroud |