Deathspell Omega
Sand
A desert with no life but scorpions
Coming as a swarm, as a flood
With an abundance of deadly stings...
One for every remembrance
One for every comforting echo of the past
For blithe days of hope turned sour.
- The Long Defeat
- The Furnaces Of Palingenesia
- The Synarchy Of Molten Bones
- Drought
- Diabolus Absconditus
- Paracletus
- Mass Grave Aesthetics
- Veritas Diaboli Manet In Aeternum: Chaining The Katechon
- Fas - Ite, Maledicti, In Ignem Aeternum
- Kénôse
- Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice
- Inquisitors Of Satan
- Infernal Battles
