Humankind Lined Up, Before Abysses Of Fire
Murder Drums Rolling, Dark Warriors Brows
Paces Through Mist Of Blood
Black İron Clanging
Despair, Night İn Sorrowful Brains

Under The Branches Of Olive Trees
At Night They Scream İn Their Sleep
Into The Festering Mark Of The Wound
The Hand Of Saint Thomas Plunges Deep

Behold The Shadows Eve, Hunt And Blood Money
A Tempest, The Light İs Cracked, The Last Supper
In Bread And Wine Lies A Gentle Silence
And The Once Have Gathered, Twelve İn Number