Pass through the Host

Pass through the Host

Children of fools

Dust and Ashes

Accursed Things

Strangers In It

The Third Angel

Indignation for the nations

Moon into Blood

I will shake my hand upon them

Scattered among the nations

Return your recompence

White Stone

All faces shall gather blackness

You shall not break ranks

Run upon the wall

The Purpose that is purposed

Who shall turn It back

On that day

Here I am

All thine abominations