1. I

Instrumental


2. ENEMIES TO THEMSELVES

Birthed by blackness, an algorithm of time and torture
Faces are masks hiding hideous intentions
Marked only by their formidable lives
Dying is an escape and revelation of the otherside
People are enemies to themselves and what they believe in


3. SEVEN SKULLS SING FOR WINTER

The horns begin to sound
The coming of the dying
Angel trumpets abound
The wicked hunt for the screaming

Passed down, ear to ear
Such abysmal reflections
Within the curvature of the abyss
Seven skulls sing for winter...


4. FLESH BECOMES PRISON

Emptiness. Drowning. Abysmal
Dwelling place of agony
Imprisoned within body
Hellish. Suffering.
The past withers on, I stay the same
The roots to this tree have died
Emptiness. Drowning. Abysmal.


5. V

Instrumental