Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By Byzantine, Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised
By Byzantine, Live to disrupt,
I live to destroy
As I target the boiling
By Byzantine, I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded pristine
A static web
By Byzantine, Condensed debris compressed into a world
Circling star cutting a path
By Byzantine, I break your bones for the lord today
No physical demons
By Byzantine, The filth of our underlings
Shall never nourish me completely
Our knowledge
