Blood Red Throne

Souls of Damnation tracks



Use the mask
I don't want to see your inside
I will not kill you
I will watch you die by your own hands
They once called it spiteful malice
Now, in anticipation of you being helpful
You only destroy
It is so
Mind chaos
The dying inside
Your scars, gone
Under your skin

Living in what you called your soul

Your words when you reach for the bell
God, I wish for hell
A world of dead prophets
A world of not yet spoken wisdom
This primitive machine
Eating your heart out
I say pulverization
My coffin will not exist
It is eternally, it never stops
You want to hate
Take my scars
Create my pain
But your mind sleeps
Sealed by belief


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Your cold flesh covers my eyes.
From the burning of chapels we rise.
My nails under your skin,
Makes your blood touch the air.
Keeping you down, wearing your crown,
The crown of salvation, the divine erection, fading your light.
You will wake up, just to see a piece,
Of the hammer inside your eye,
You will be eaten alive.
You will fall to the ground, you shall feel the wrath.
You shall no longer live.
You will never die.
You shall make me smile.
You shall feel the cursed.
You will be left alone.
You will be unknown.
You will never again be strong.
You shall never be saved.
You shall be killed
You shall be killed by me.
...Turns cold.
Never see the stars again.
Trapped like inside a womb, death prevails.
Killing the monster, killing the master.
The psychic terrified god licks my hands
The killer... feast on your flesh.
Could we go even darker?

Blood red...


Some issues will stay unanswered
Making room for speculation
The one thing we know for certain
Religious beliefs are based on mythology
Confirmed by history
And the very essence of human beings
Only the narrow minded
Refused to acknowledge and accept this
We cannot destroy you
Or convince you with logic
But we'll wait and rest assure;
Your faith will come to an end
The truth is without limit
Who's to claim it on human right creation
It the fear of decide
When killing is an act of a non-existing god
History repeats itself
It always has and always will
Its a question of viewing
Humanity in the right context

Therein lies the answer to the secret
It isn't hard to grasp or even understand
But it is threatening in its simplicity
And you cannot see it.


Manipulate the beast, serving, control
Swallow the praise of dirt
Salvation for me
There is no such thing as salvation
Chaos supreme...
Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth
It grabs me, it makes me remember the devil...
The curse stands as a monument In time, forever...
These are the skulls of tomorrow
Kill...fade away
And once again
I use my knife,
This time I cut your bone.
Your flesh falls to the ground.
Your blood hits my eyes.
I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead.
Watch them cry
22 days of struggle.
Praise, Fight, Desire, Demand
And we bring you the glory
The throne will never fall...
No longer dead.


Dead Eyes in hollow shells
A distant rumbling in this hell
Clinging to existence, infected lives
Fungus of humanity in decay thrives

How morbid you are in total failure

A leading star; but also descending
Formless, disengaged and mordant in reason
(by all means) vindicate your action,
But we see your ending

Isolated and dead congregation
No longer in exile or hibernation
An epach is over, rejoice, rejoice!
Prepare for a head count of our enemies loss
No room for believers or erratic behavior
Rid the world of this pestilent plague
In times of enlightment they've been outspoken

You have conquered the throne of damnation
All there is to inherit; a worlds demise
You have conquered the throne of damnation
Crown yourself king of everything despised


The mark has been set, there is no escape
Progression is gone
Weak imitations infesting the world
With infected beings, incurable hoax
I lament mankind, proclaiming our death
Progression is gone
How can we breed, continue to grow

Blinded and caged, feeding an hate

Prove me wrong, and you'll dethrone yourself
By proving me wrong, you will prove yourself dead
Slowly, slowly I ran my knife into your chest
Units force me to stab you down
They cannot let you have this world
Cause its turning into a living hell
Once there home, it was
Prove them wrong,
And you will prove yourself dead

Prove him wrong, and you will prove yourself dead.


I dress in the skin of
What is already dead
I take on the part
Which the surroundings expect
Though there unaware
Of the anti-life inside
My thoughts circle around
The opposite of asphyxia,
Because that's what I am
(I haven't been anything else
For a very long time)
It has been written alot about
The overwhelming darkness
But it didn't Clearly state
The amount of insight it contains
It knows more than the light
It wreathes me and observes me from all angles

Maybe I am to be born now?
I look upon that day with fear and horror

I have reconciled myself
With my thoughts and vision
It took ages, but now its over
I can accept the obvious
Because its what you see
I can live with the hatred and self contempt,
But I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others
If they were to experience me from the inside
Beneath the unasphyxiated exterior
I look upon that day with fear and horror
The day when suicide becomes inevitable
Because it will arrive, That, I know.


A gateway before menothing more than a simple door
I walk towards it, shivering
As I reach the threshold I hesitate
Aware of the pitch black darkness
Ready to take hold of my soul once I'm inside
One step forward and my life is irrevocably lost
Thought this is no time for second thoughts,
It is impossible not to be affected
By the dismal and uncanny presence of doom;
The hands of hell call out for me
The abyss is already glaring in my eyes
Now, in this very moment
My left leg has crossed the line
The first step and my mind is absorbed
Disembodied from the spirit and soul
I do not know this place I'm at,
Though it feels familiar
Suddenly it all becomes very clear and silent
And the silence is piercing
Whatever's left of mean oxymoron in limbo?
How peculiar...I cannot stay here for too long
As it's the only place I'm meant to be
My fate is to finish the ten steps of purgatory
Someone is drawing an invisible circle and
Forces me to count it, nine times
Is this hell?
I ask, but no answer
Am I being judged by actions I couldn't control
Suffering sins and crimes I did not commit
Just because I got drawn towards the darkness
Why do you claim that there are nines steps,
When in fact it's ten