Theologian

Burning Pulpit, Burning Pews

Contrapasso VNVS

If You Would Shed Blood, Then Let It Run as a River

Masturbating With the Ashes of the Dead

Reconcile

The Icy Bleakness of Things

Forced Utopia

Soft Tissue

Dregs

A Chorus of Beauties Sings to Me Through Slit Throats

I Sat Beauty Down in My Lap, and I Found Her Galling

Pain of the Saints

FEAR OF DEATH

A Means by Which to Break the Surface of the Real

Some Things Have to Be Endured

Noir

Here Music Dies

Nature Is Satan's Church

Hubrizine

The Chasms of My Heart

Finding Comfort in Overwhelming Negativity

Charting the Schism

Into the Uttermost Fields of Ether

The Further I Get From Your Star, the Less Light I Feel on My Face

Maximum Bitterness Has Been Achieved