| Blood red and true | |
| The mind this time and awaiting end faint as it is | |
| Only her voice remainds | |
| In this desert hollow echo of surrogate ritual | |
| Lies must forge on | |
| Destination unclear | |
| Through kill to win anything | |
| Blood red and true | |
| Kill for non-fiction | |
| Through moving up to this bottom | |
| Grant me down here | |
| All falsehood and plague | |
| What's left of ritual | |
| The thousand times you die | |
| This plan, this time | |
| The thousand times you die | |
| This pain, this time | |
| The thousand time you die | |
| This pain, this time | |
| Desert echo this plain | |
| What's left of ritual? | |
| Desert echo |