To Conjure Up the Blackest of Nights
Xasthur
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No more a victim of a crusade
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewelled sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins...
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- Sigils Made Of Flesh And Trees
- A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors
- A Walk Beyond Utter Blackness
- Black Imperial Blood
- Conjuration Of Terror
- Funeral Of Being
- A Living Hell...
- A Memorial to the Waste of Life
- A Tortured Shallow Grave
- A sermon in the name of death
- Abysmal Depths Are Flooded
- Achieve Emptiness
- Achieve Emptiness: Part II
- All Reflections Drained
- Apparitional Void of Failure
- Arcane and Misanthropic Projection
- As Fire Scourged the Heavens
- Beauty is Only Razor Deep
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