Swept in the wintery landscapes
Untouched by the hands of the holy
I am a demon, I hold the key
But not for myself...
But to crush the feeble race
I have had visions of the lost kingdom
Once so proud but only to fall
We raise the sign on the mountainside
The domain...
Is eternally ours
Our world is like a black soul
In eternal search for immortality
But the soul is tired of searching...
| 1 | Call The Ships To Port |
| 2 | We Stand Alone |
| 3 | Bullet |
| 4 | Spindrift |
| 5 | For Our Time |
| 6 | Monochrome |
| 7 | Dies Irae |
| 8 | Atom Heart |
| 9 | Planetarium |
| 10 | The sulphur feast |