Slaughter from the Shadows - Windrider

Too Close To See - Gare Du Nord Count your blessings 1 2 3 Cherish joy and left her Everything that sound of reach Is not worth chasing after Take it from exper

I gave myself the gift to see and to Die bleeding by the rule Let me cry the drama of this obsession Let me walk by those corridors of cells Dignity is died in

Hold your hand to me, sentence my inner pale light to dark convey, walking one alone in this profane communion. Spiritual renewal a senseless fashion

Howl become me, sinister echo of this existence be a memory of mine This is our sad destiny to watch the eternity of time by our own distorted perspective Satis

Obscurantist order pride, I summon thee modern damnation We summon you modern temple, let your void resound wind suffer wound inhaled in suffering wounds diseas