Album: Terror Propaganda
The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh
The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between
The awareness of a cold world in which no one breathes
And with yearn
The loneliness of a universe of unlimited creatures
The undiscriminating hate, the curse of being a god
The melancholy of ghosts haunting wherever we go
We are their castles
The phantoms of other times finding it's ways through the mist
The useless excellence of a world without soul, without hope
The violent, ghastly storms of rage
And the silence thereafter
| # | Top 6 Craft |
|---|---|
| 1 | Craft - False Orders Begone |
| 2 | Craft - Death To Planet Earth |
| 3 | Craft - Terror Propaganda |
| 4 | Craft - Earth A Raging Blaze |
| 5 | Craft - Reaktor 4 |
| 6 | Craft - Total Soul Rape |