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 |