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1. PERFIDIOUS CEREMONY

In the mirror my bones stand bleached
Reflections of death what else to see
I am no slave nor shacked to Christ
In this world of darkness I am reborn

Still I walk this world of black
To the end of days in denial
Those treacherous vultures
Feast on souls of weak
Perfidious ceremony

Fleshless bodies
In the dirt they crawl
Soulless creatures
Twisting in the soil

Mirror, mirror
What are those scythelike shadows above ?
All I hear
The echoing voices in depths of decay
Mass of dread
Pipes of the organ play

Faceless mannequins puppets in strings
Creeping through their lives
There is no messiah just vermin
Cleansed by the morning star
Perfidious ceremony




2. THE DARK I WILL INHALE

Life consuming maggots
In my flesh they live
Slowly they eat and drink
What I believe and what I think

Weak from the sacred tongue amongst us
I enter my grave
Endless noise of the preacher's voice
Promises of what you crave

Death forever prevail
The dark I will inhale
Buried alive, buried alive
My life I shall exhale

Casket walls around me
My last breath so near
The horse riding shadow appears

Whispering voices
From the burial ground
I answer in fear
And in pain they resound
From the burial ground

Claustrophobie
Asphyxiation

Enter my realm of death
And forever unshackle my chains
My decomposing body
My skeletal remains

Weak from the sacred tongue amongst us
I enter my grave
Endless noise of the preacher's voice
Promises of what you crave

Death forever prevail
The dark I will inhale
Buried alive, buried alive
My life I shall exhale




3. TREMBLING REALMS

I travel through the unceasing night
I walk through halls of the dead
What terror lurks under these black skies ?
What horror comes and what wil larise ?

I am here in the realms of endless hunger
I face the feast
I face the feast

As solitude shines the path
Where I shall walk
Through deserts of endless greed
Their gold ad silver becomes chains

I see a monster never seen before
Rise
From the shadows it ascends
Rise

Come fly horned demon
Stretch your wings and cloak the light
Come fly almighty demon

Empires fall
Drowned in greed
Empires burn
Trembling realms

I travel through the unceasing night
I walk through halls of the dead




4. TEACHINGS OF TERROR, DOCTRINES OF DEATH

Teachings of terror, doctrines of death
Aeons of blood thirst, brought down at length
This eternal tragedy
Is forever retold

Ancient shrines, fallen into oblivion
But new ones are raised in their stead
Greater, more imposing repulsive
We build our own tombs

Ancient immortals vanquished by their sons
Worldly kinsmen without the blaze of old
Gone is the sacrifice, gone is the feast
A faint reflection of divinity

Teachings of terror, doctrines of death
Aeons of blood thirst, brought down at length
This eternal tragedy
Is forever retold

Always invoking a guide, however vile
Always in need of light, however dead

Teachings of terror, doctrines of death
Aeons of blood thirst, brought down at length
This eternal tragedy
Is forever retold

Teachings of terror
Doctrines of death




5. MY PATH OF HERESY

Born into a world of gospels
Of the lord almighty
Fed with tales of our creation
And the virgin's son of Nazareth

Eardrums pounded and slowly infested
Reflections repressed
What I was taught, I deny
Only in sin I rejoice

I follow my path of heresy
What you call blasphemy
Has set me free

The foul taste upon my lips
Of the creed that smothered my will
Indoctrination of ignorance
Violation of innocence

I follow my path of heresy
What you call blasphemy
Has set me free

Once I stared in their glossy black eyes
Drenched with betrayal
I know now that they are wolves in disguise
Beware of false prophets

My mind was once corrupted
My knowledge repressed
In my new world I thrive on darkness
Renewed and unbound




6. SEVEN THRONES

Black massive mountains stand strong in the horizon
Beneath them lies the wasteland scorched
Silhouettes of burning cities soon reduced to ash
As the devouring flame incinerates humanity

Only death to all can cleanse this world from god
Unchaining them all from religious damnation
Smoke from the funeral pyres, a curtain of clouds
Smother all light before the new creation's dawn

O demons, demons rise from the abyss
Seven angels ascend, spread their wings on the wind
O princes, princes rise and sharpen your spears
Seven princes will claim their thrones

Worms of the old world will never return
Those who speak heavenly tongues shall burn
Fiends from the netherworld with voices of fire
Fiery flames cremate the divine desire

Demons rise from the abyss
Seven angels ascend, spread their wings on the wind
O princes, princes rise and fit your crowns
Seven princes will claim their thrones

Rise from the ashes as a phoenix of fire and flame
Reborn and untamed to inhale the world

Demons rise from the ashes
Princes rise to claim their thrones




7. SERVANTS OF LIGHT

Raised in a dead world
Darker day by day
From the cradle to the grave
Flourishing human decay

A scepter raised
A scepter praised
Crush the crown of thorns
A scepter raised
A scepter praised
Crush the throne of the grotesque

I despise your icons
And the genocide behind them
Millions slaughtered in their names
Just a garment for the priests

A scepter raised
A scepter praised
Crush the crown of thorns
A scepter raised
A scepter praised
Crush the throne of the grotesque

Bless the children with your cult
Your popaganda of death

Cleanse your hands
Servants of light
Cleanse your hands
Servants of Christ
Servants of light




8. SCARS OF RED

Your last breath fills your lungs
Forever rest in the chamber of the dead
Where is your god in this final hour ?
As the world collapses in dread

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds
The scars from where the red flows
Tormented souls, possessed
Their prayers, repressed

Ancient prophecies of apocalypse
The era of the sheep has come to its end
Slowly dying and soon forgotten
The stench of death, foul and rotten

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds
The scars from where the red flows
Disciples of the righteous, enslaved
Visions of salvation, depraved

Vermin voices preaching
Oceans of opium

The tide is turning, what will remain ?
Realms of your god in pain
Crosses burned and icons turned
New regimes shall rise from ashes

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds
The scars from where the red flows
Blinded by emblems the flock still feeds
The scars of red