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WOA: Full Metal Jukebox, Volume II
Disc 1
01. War Is Coming
02. I Will Kill You
03. Back to the Primitive
04. We Will Rise
05. Pledge Yourself to You
06. Roswell 47
07. Suffer in Truth
08. Fate of the Condemned
09. Back Inside
10. My Last Serenade
11. Midvinterblot
12. Downfall
13. The 9th Legion
14. Race War
15. Welcome to the Pit
16. North
17. The One
18. Cloud Connected
19. Imperium
Disc 2
01. Nailed to the Cross
02. End of Time
03. Death's Head March
04. Death in Fire
05. Abysmal
06. Stop at Nothing
07. It's Our Burden to Bleed
08. Outcast
09. Archetype
10. Focus Shift
11. Splatterday Night Fever
12. Zombie Autopilot
13. The Flameout
14. Famine
15. Madness Within
16. Surf Nicaragua
17. An Incarnation's Dream
18. Uprising of the Dead
19. Ausgebombt
A wailing phaerytale of benighted pain from profound abyssic dreams
And from a dark, mysterious, equivocative morrow... I now take heed
I drown in the verses these pages encompass - enthralled to quicken time
But Envy she stirs 'midst sweet slumbering purrs; poised unto lesser rhymes

A decaying memory slowly fades
As I realise what game thou doth play

Through the candlelight this scripture's blight summons a mortal in spite
My enchantress falls foul unto a deeper drowse
Wherein wakening garners a serpent's bit

Choking the liars in thickets of briers
Aflame, smouldering upon the stake
Conducting the fear I have wrought in the victim's pride
I reminisce a romance not lived long
As I gaze at him in her eyes as she dies

I am the one not overcome by sorrow or fear
Bawl unto me now my Lord? my saviour and my soul

Encapsulate me in thy darkest reprieve
Soften the Earth when I fall down from thee
When we retire the darkness expires
Baneful white light shone from three burning pyres
We gaze at the stars, so vast from afar
Under which love-spells were cast and are charred
So surely not I shall worship thee tonight?
And thirst for raptured ensnared passions of thine
Drinking the wine, dark magicks entwine

"Thou who dares to awaken me
What is thy bidding
What draws me from sleep?"

It is I, your majesty
Humble requests I bequeath unto thee
Grant me a sanctified dream
A gift from thee to me
I shalt ever seethe

See their warming raptures which they forsake
Aflame, smouldering upon the stake
The dream-weaver's twisted morbid end which I have designed
I reminisce a romance not lived long
As I gaze at him in her eyes as she dies

I am the one not overcome by sorrow or fear
Bawl unto me now my Lord? my saviour and my soul

Encapsulate me in thy darkest reprieve
Soften the Earth when I fall down from thee
When we retire the darkness expires
Baneful white light shone from three burning pyres

We gaze at the stars, so vast from afar
Under which love-spells were consecrated and cast
Drinking our swill of the wine
Dark, mysterious poisonous nectar maligned
Dark magicks entwine