grand celestial nightmare

Split Tongues 

Upon The Back Of The Beast We Ride 

The Celestial Tomb Of Ancient Stars 

As Bewildered As The Cursed Night 

Mystical Shores Of Panchaea 

By The Sixth Heaven All Becomes Black 

Descending Into His Domain 

The Brightest Torment A God Has Ever Send 

Tombs of Marble and Stone 

Drain The Spirit With A Silver Knife 

To Roam The Dark Eternally 

In Splendid Moonlight 

Speared Servants Of The Jehovah 

Drink From The Chalice With Nightly Lust 

Black Mouth Echoes With Death 

And Adamas Was In The First Cloud Of Light