1. Promeathea - Thy Darkest Mask Of Surreality (Intro)
"The darkest clouds are forming, Remove my mask of serenity from my tortured face, We are as one desire, Beneath the infinity of the majestic sky, Arise my darkest entity, From the domain which I dwell, Our time has come, This is our kingdom, We are the essence of warm winters."
2. The Crimson Thorns (My Immortal Dreams)
3. A Graven Winter
Through the Darkening Tranquility, the Entwining of Twin Passion in Deepest Love, of one Vision of the Immortal Graveyard. Centuries of Sleep on a Journey to my Rapture, as I gaze up through Spellbinding Branches the Deepest Snow falls thick Scorching into my Heart. The most Supreme Vision of all, for the Sharpening of Deepest Midnight in the Essence of Perpetual Winter... is my Journey complete? The Breeding of Witchcraft shall Consume the Night, to Unite as One -
A Living Immortal Monument...
4. To Feed Upon Thy Dreams
5. An Ode For A Haunted Wood
6. Through Spellbinding Branches
[DEEPEST WITCHCRAFT, OUTRO] [Instrumental]
7. The Danse Macabre (New Version)
8. Luciferian Death Code
I hear my angel weeping silently amidst the graves A glorious yet mournful veil, yet in whose name is she slain Behind the truth the strength conceals twisted faith of Christian fools The memoirs rekindled daylights last foray
Rekindled daylights last foray
A delicate balancing of two worlds Embraced with the guardian death The crest of our years somewhat fainted Esteris, thy lingered opeth Where two shores lay overlapped and time lay inter bracing Many folds revealing facets, each for futures passing
The enochians of timeless earth For thee, in sinful obscurity Brought forth thy pleasures and languidity I rise in amidst thy fear To collate the precious faith and penultimate tear To weave, thy starry ultimus Set in gentle precious flame, nor to awaken us Lemuria, at the edge of the graveyard A lurid pale of seeking as she haunts in despair I serve as the angel of death Slept in dusk of the gravestones, in castles despair Take grave solace in thy wisdom told For the centinal alone could only be so bold Innocence succumb to grieving majesty Light auroral incarnations of sobriety.