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From Down Below (Live 80 Meters Deep)
Disc 1
01. The Greater Good
02. Common Prayers
03. All or Nothing
04. Hermitage
05. Entitlement
06. Solitarian
07. The Hermit Saints
08. Apophthegmata
09. Without Rule
10. The Great Leap Forward
Disc 2
01. The Greater Good
02. Common Prayers
03. All or Nothing
04. Hermitage
05. Entitlement
06. Solitarian
07. The Hermit Saints
08. Apophthegmata
09. Without Rule
10. The Great Leap Forward
11. The Greater Good
12. In tremor Dei
13. Extinct
14. Opium
15. Awake!
16. The Greater Good
17. Common Prayers
18. Breathe (Until We Are No More)
19. Opium
20. All or Nothing
21. Em nome do medo
22. Soulsick
23. Extinct
24. Alma Mater (The Greater Porto)
25. Fullmoon Madness (The Greater Porto)
26. Em nome do medo (Halloween 2021, Montijo)
27. Without Rule (rehearsal series)
28. Recording Hermitage
Disc 3
01. The Greater Good
02. Common Prayers
03. All or Nothing
04. Hermitage
05. Entitlement
06. Solitarian
07. The Hermit Saints
08. Apophthegmata
09. Without Rule
10. The Great Leap Forward
Disc 4
01. The Greater Good
02. In tremor Dei
03. Extinct
04. Opium
05. Awake!
06. The Greater Good
07. Common Prayers
08. Breathe (Until We Are No More)
09. Opium
10. All or Nothing
11. Em nome do medo
12. Soulsick
13. Extinct
14. Alma Mater (The Greater Porto)
15. Fullmoon Madness (The Greater Porto)
16. Em nome do medo (Halloween 2021, Montijo)
17. Without Rule (rehearsal series)
18. Recording Hermitage
In the circle of life and sin
On this day of apocalypse
On our way to hermitage
It's the return to innocence

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

At the mercy of time and space
On this day we must repent
On our way to hermitage
We observe the sacrifice

Raise your hands up to the skies
On we march to hermitage
Empty hands, hollow eyes
On we march to hermitage

In the circle of life and sin
On this day of apocalypse
On our way to hermitage
It's the rеturn to innocence

Oh-oh-oh

A bloody feathеr
In the red lion's mane
The olive branch in the eagle's beak

Raise your hands up to the skies
On we march to hermitage
Empty hands, hollow eyes
On we march to hermitage