Here's to you...
Gaze long upon your wasteland.
Into the eyes of the limbless, grieving and slain.
Pray you justify such suffering.
See here blind men.
You will see here.
Release the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.
We revolt by moonlight;
Bound by unrest, driven into lunacy.
The spear will silence the last of us.
Life drains into the soil.
Death is where men unite, after lifetimes of unrest.
And this is the folly of man,
Misspent fortunes of breath and beating hearts.
Death is where men unite. We unite only in death.
A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon.
In vengeance we are blind, masked by a black veil
Obstracting the vision, the heart, and the mind.
Exact reprisal and be damned.
Only unveiling brings deliverance from this,
Our familiar and cyclical fate...
To the grave with cold blood on our hands.
- The Creation Ruin
- Misanthropy Pure
- We Who Finish Last
- Chorus Of The Dissimilar
- In The Mind And Marrow
- To Bear The Brunt Of Many..
- Four Earths
- Set Your Body Ablaze
- Be Winged
- Cold Lord Quietus
- 1. At Least A Plausible Case..
- 2. My Heart Bleeds The Darke..
- 3. Misanthropy Pure
- 4. And Their Faces Are Twist..
- 5. Scornful Of The Motives A..
- 6. Be Winged
- 7. A Human Failing
- 8. Reach Beyond The Sun
- 9. Being Exemplary
- 10. Cold Lord Quietus