Number of Lyrics in Album : 5
By Burn The Priest, Archaic methods transfer through
well in the face of mass denial.
By Burn The Priest, As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn
By Burn The Priest, How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be
By Burn The Priest, Smothered under your affection,
solitude an acquisition,
symbiosis turned parasitic.
By Burn The Priest, Shorn of apocryphal pride,
the locks falls predicting strife.
Cranium
