- Killing With Style
There is a line
We better not cross
A path we shall not choose
A man that we had to kill
A solemn tear of guilt
That we have to shed
Gracious days
We leave behind
Amusement was on our minds
The helping hand
That we extended
Lead us the way
To the promised land.
Letras
- As Silence Dies
Canvas
Cold Black Piece Of Flesh
Come Closer
Existence
Extinction of Mankind
I am the Enemy
Kill Me
Killing With Style
Labyrinth
Nothing from You
Of Traumatic Memories and Tears
Paupers Grave
Pierced by Death
Psalm Of An Unborn
Relevation of Justice
Shivering
Towards the Edge of Degeneration
Vast
Zustand Tod