In the eyes of death there is no difference between me and you
And though you feel hatred
Our mortality bounds us, bounds us
My days are fragile
I am at a loss
with the knowledge of our impending end
The weapons we bear are the symbols off our collective demise
Devised by our kindred
as an emphasis yo our unknown doom
1 | King Night |
2 | Sick |
3 | Blood |
4 | Act Of War |
5 | Strife |
6 | The Fading |
7 | Eyes To Match A Soul |
8 | Confession |
9 | Inhuman Greed |
10 | Amona |