Nobody Living Can Ever Make Me Turn Back

Virium Illarum

Golden Bells Ring In The Ears Of Earths Inhabitant

Your Days Gone Like A Shadow

The Empty Cup Of Suffering

Let Us Come Before His Presence In His Hands Are All The Corners

Enable With Perpetual Light The Dullness Of Our Blinded Sight

The Conversation

Our Bones Lie Scattered Before The Pit

Virium Illarum (Satanic Mass)