The Slow Kill In The Cold
Nurish
And I'll Breathe
Death
Die Some
Because Emptiness
Has Grown Old
Fire Descending
The Slow Kill In The Cold
"I... I... I got blood on my hands"
"I... I... I got blood on my hands"
"I... I... I got blood on my hands"
Cast Me Into Depths
Observe
Slowly Sinking
Down
Through Dark Waters
The Reflection Of Dead Eyes
A Dark Figure
Blinded By The Rage
And Tripped In Chaos
Running Into Walls