[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
Woe... when fear is our bridle
Lost in the claws of decay
Oh , Tomorrow's a grinning skull
That leads our way
Sweet oblivion rocks us
In a cradle of darkness
Reel to the first tune
In the crescendo of death
Each delight becomes a jeering guilt
Our mohters viscera sticks bleedin' in our throat
So we grunt and we belch without any dread
Prelude the eventide of the tellural breed
Just like a desease
Our race increase
Just like a noctural dream
We'll fade away one day
Oh father tell me why
The last flower died in my hands
For castles in the air
They burned down the ground
And a hand full of dust
For my life
Hark! To our mothers scolding
Discord is the harvest of greed
Trust no pray into the emptiness
Still havoc feasts ... on mankind
| 1 | The IXth Legion |
| 2 | Balor |
| 3 | Feats Of War |
| 4 | Stone Of The Seven Suns |
| 5 | March Of Conquest |
| 6 | Isle Of Skye |
| 7 | Forth-Clyde |
| 8 | Dowth 2059 |
| 9 | Gathered In Fear |
| 10 | Highland Hills |