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 |