- By Slow Degree
Arriv'd To Full Maturity, It Grasps
At All Within Its Reach, O'erleaps All Bounds.
At Length, Grown Old And Swell'd To Bulk Enormous,
The Monster In Its Proper Bowels Breeds
Pride, Luxury, Corruption, Perfidy, Contention,
Fell Deseases Of A Mind?
Of Things On Earth, Proud Man Must Own,
Falsehood Is Found In Man Alone.
Letras
- A Breath Of Lunar Myths
By Slow Degree
Come, cold death... sweet death.
Die For You Cross
Die For Your Cross
Hidden Chronicles & Stellar Fires
In Clairvoyant Prophanity
Introitus
Lord - I Lay My Life In Thy Hands
Magic Of The Nightskies
Man!
Nautilus (Swimming Through Oblivion)
Stars Hide Your Fires!
To Dare The Human Flatulency
Who Can Edure