Incinerated - The Epitome of Transgression CD At the death of the

At the death of the last of the cycle's suns

The witch is ready to choke you again in the coils of her cloak

Here you go: only the strong survive

Seven years on from their last album

You sit in the ultimate departure's lounge

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