COME THE COLD

RAIN

SHARPE LIKE GLASS

RAZOR TO THE MAIN VAIN

LOVE DIDNT LAST

HOPES LOST AND FATES SEALED

LEFTOVERS FROM THE BATTLEFIELD

FLESH WOUND BLEEDS SWIFT

MEMORY BEGIN TO SIFT

FOR A REASON TO STAY BUT ITS TOO LATE

FIRE BURNS, HATE FLOWING

WONT STOP

UNTO THE WOLVES 

THEY FEAST UPON

YOUR SOUL IN BABYLON

ANCIENT PRISON WELCOMES US

UNTIL OUR BONES BECOME DUST

FALLEN FROM GRACE ONCE UPON A TIME

IMPURITY OF THE MIND

CAST OUT 

HANG THERE

LOST NOW

FALLEN FROM

GOLD THRONE

TO THE BLACK CLOWN