From all those empty plights, avoid all that hurts
No contact with external, entombed in my mind
Coldness surrounds me, like a womb of thorns
[Chorus x2:]
Like a shivering stone
Covered by a shivering hand
A pale, static face, behind a misty glass
Denying the ritual, erasing all codes
Cast away from this, a world which I will leave
Just longing for the call of my bitter god
[Chorus x2]
Silently, Tacitly, in an endless row
Ageless images, call you by an unknown name
Endlessly in the hollow age, always to lie outside
So it was written, so I will suffer
| 1 | Iconoclast |
| 2 | Elegia |
| 3 | Desde El Umbral |
| 4 | Distances |
| 5 | Circos |
| 6 | Winds Of July |
| 7 | Timeless Sands |
| 8 | Alter |
| 9 | Desintegracion |
| 10 | Rite |