Astral Projections from Beyond the Grave
Death Was the Only Path We Knew
Spite Is My Scepter, Blood Is My Crown
A Thousand Wounds of Malcontent
Adorned in Vestments of Infernal Triumph
Alone I Bled on the Forest Floor
Alone, I Bled on the Forest Floor
As Gathering Clouds Reject the Light
Ascending the Ninth Saturnal Temple
Ascending to the Ninth Saturnal Temple
Between the Pillars, I Stand Entrenched
Chains Rattling Beneath the Floor
Channeling the Cries of the Past
Cold Winds Swept Over the Plains of Oblivion
Corridors of Symmetrical Darkness
Crumbling Remnants of the Mausoleum Walls
Disgraced Lands and Poisoned Soil
Dismal Reflections of a Fading Past
For His Glory, I Wander the Abyss
Ghosts in the Chambers of Sorrow
Heralding the Grandeur of Timeless Despair
Irradiant Bastions of Endless Spite
Limbs Strewn Across the Battered Snow
May My Remains Poison the Soil
Morbid Wishes for a Putrid World
Ode to the Reluctant Triumphator
One Final Grasp at the Fading Light
Onward Towards the Sepulchral Arch
Returning to Purity of Nothingness
Returning to the Purity of Nothingness
Spite Is My Scepter, Blood Is My Crown
Strafing Across Hidden Landscapes
The Steel Was Met with Grieving Wounds
The Trenches Still Grievously Weep
The Unfettered Gleam of Lucifer's Wings
To Reign Under the Eternal Shadow of Sadness