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 | Sick |
2 | Blood |
3 | Act Of War |
4 | Strife |
5 | The Fading |
6 | Eyes To Match A Soul |
7 | Confession |
8 | Inhuman Greed |
9 | Amona |
10 | The One That No One Knows |