- From The Hands Of Sinners
As light came, revealed our loss
Scattered on the ground
Words written by the hands of ire
the day you turned on us
As we took it to the streets and lost
Cursing all that ties us
Took it to the streets and bled
Resting in the arms of ...
All caves
We fly like stones from the hands of sinners
Words spoken by the tongues in rage
Leaves us in the wind
As we took in to the streets and lost
Cursing all that ties us
Took it to the streets and bled
Resting in the arms of death
You're the one with stones
You'll reap what you have sown
Letras
- 1909.08.04
A Final Storm
Army Of One
Asleep
By The Gallows
Death Throes
Fifth Column (I've Seen Evil)
From The Hands Of Sinners
Harvest
Hyenas
If All Else Fails
Inquisition
Just Another Host
Last Call
Like Coming Home
Medea
Not In My Name
One Last Moment
One Of Us Must Hang
Osiris
Stop Making Speeches
The Guillotine
The Hour
The Tide
Through Walls
