Primordial
infernal summer
Her skin, so pale shrouded in black
I drew down the veil, I wanted her back
I am at one with what never lived
I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give
Shall you try and poison my words
At a summers funeral, I woke to the light
Shall you lay my bed with thorns
And clutch at me like you have done to life
Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession
No stone lays unturned
(Rest in your grave)
I can no longer hear, silence calling your name
Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain
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- Where Greater Men Have Fallen
- Imrama
- Miscellaneous
- Redemption At The Puritans Hand-
- Gods to the Godless (Live)
- 2011 Metal Blade Records Sampler
- 2011 Metal Blade Records UK Sampler
- EMP Music Mag Sampler, Volume III
- One and All, Together, For Home
- To the Nameless Dead
- Metal Hammer #176: Razor
- Hellfest 2008 Sampler
- All Empires Fall
- Spirit the Earth Aflame
- Gods to the Godless (Live at Bang Your Head Festival...
- Dark Romanticism
- The Gathering Wilderness
- Storm Before Calm
- The Burning Season
- Blood Ceremonies