Dead Again

Tripping a Blind Man

These Three Things

The Profit of Doom

Any day now—the sky will split apart
A blaze stronger than your mind can hold
Will burn across the earth like wildfire breath
Maybe it’s a vision… maybe it’s a warning
Or something far more cruel

A crimson glare—
And in it, a shape you’ve never known
Is it God? Is it Satan?
Is it the savior… or the end?


Through the silence, a thunder grows
Like the galaxy itself is roaring
Full speed through the void
Straight at our trembling hands


It’s the nightmare of nightmares
The storm that swallows all light
For the chosen few—a liberation
For the rest—a burning crown of night


Veins of lightning split the cosmic veil
Every shadow stares back with living eyes
The ground is breathing, the stars are bleeding
Every question you feared to ask—
Is coming for you now


Through the silence, a thunder grows
Like the galaxy itself is roaring
Full speed through the void
Straight at our trembling hands


It’s the nightmare of nightmares
The storm that swallows all light
For the chosen few—a liberation
For the rest—a burning crown of night


Ride the wave of a thousand suns
Hear the bones of the world cracking
Is this the birth of a kingdom…
Or the death of every god?


Nightmare of nightmares
Storm that swallows all light
For the chosen few—a liberation
For the rest—
No dawn.
No name.
Only the crimson night.

♥️

Crimson Revelation

I won’t fall

Slowly We Rot (Reissue)

Slowly We Rot

Gallery of Suicide

From Skin to Liquid

The Sound of Perseverance - Reissue

Spirit Crusher

Flesh and the Power It Holds

Those Once Loyal

The Killchain

I Know What You Did Last Summer - The Album

Proud

The Profit of Doom

Type O Negative