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A long lost tradition existing through the ages.
Of monsters made and superstitions born.
Behind closed doors lies the work of our creators.
Sorrow turned to joy as the weak are deformed.
What happens next is a mystery.
The only answer lies in the deep of the sea.
Recreate the code to change our destiny.
Singing Theres no life, no death... just me."
Hidden away in an unmarked tomb.
Behind secret symbols and forgotten runes.
The all-seeing eye misses nothing down here.
The order kept alive through magic and fear.
We are the disappearing keepers of the mystery.
Poison your heart with the salt of the sea.
Changing the code to write out own destiny.
Singing "Theres
no
heaven,
no
hell...
just
me.
Templar... Secular... False prophets.
A masonic throne made of prosthetic limbs.
We change all the names of the dying kings.
And we memorize the words to the songs they sing.
- Álbum:
- Prophecy
- Empath 2.0
- Séance
- False Face
- Awake the Machines, Volume 7
- Awake The Machines Vol. 7
- The Magic In My Heart Is Dead
- Triton Festival 2013
- Rituals
- Electrostorm, Volume 3
- Endzeit Bunkertracks, Act VI
- Electrostorm Vol. 3
- Metropolis Records: Fan Selected Vol. 1
- Rituals (Remixes)
- Perception
- Psychic Surgery: The Victims Among Friends & Perception EPs
- Psychic Surgery: The Victims Among Friends and Perception
- Viscera
- Artificial
- Zillo Dark Summer 2003