1. I Am Abomination

Hellfire!

I have always been here
In all forms in all perversions
I will always be here
In all ways in all times

A question in hidding
A solution in disguise
I know no bounds
Like a locust storm I rise

Leprous hell-world
My world
Night world

Blood coated
World despoiler
The master of a devils march

I have crossed infernal wastedlands
to plant my flag amongst yer' bones

Rising like a broken bone
Throught a sea of flesh
This world is given

Blood coated
World despoiler
The master of a devils march

Rising like a broken bone
Throught a sea of flesh
This world is given

I have got paths yet to trade
I am abomination

Blood coated
World despoiler
The master of a devils march

Rising like a broken bone
Throught a sea of flesh
This world is given

There is a rot whitin us
The flames lick through your veins
The abhorrent mark descending
Abomination crawling near

The absolute inhuman
I bear the abhorrent mark
My touch like hell's fire
I am abomination
I am abomination!

перевод: "Я – мерзость" (Beazth) »

2. Nathicana

Goodbye o creature of folly
The sun still sheds light
On your towers
Of steel and glass

And they will bear silent witness
To the futility of your achivements
And the beasts will roam your streets
Feasting on your cooling flesh

Never again will your like be seen
Such arrogance and folly
The worm has conquered
And you return to dust

Millennia of evolution
Science and religion
Toil and suffering
Still you never learn

Now it is over
And how futile it all was
The dreams on mankind
Rotting away

And thus we all fade
Weep not for your destiny
No-one will be left to mourn
3000 AD

перевод: "Nathicana" (Beazth) »

3. Scultor Of Flesh

Do you hear them calling from beyong?

As a foulness ye shall know them
As a foulness thou knowest thyself

Freed from the shackles of morality
And long long gone is the need for science
Through the wakening of the beast within

Oh did you not rejoice?
When you felt the power... the power in your mind
No longer confined to nocturnal solitude

Walk among the herd
Mold them as you wish
In images of unearthly bizarrerie

Do you hear them calling from beyong?

Sculptor of flesh
Architect of abomination
Mold the living flesh like clay

Sculptor of flesh
Warp the world
To your linking

And then the sun will set
and no new day will rise on humanity

Will you grieve for them?

Will the lack of their bleating cacophony
strike a note within?

Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ
For your deed was long overdue

перевод: "Скульптор плоти" (Beazth) »

4. Celestial Deconstruction

In the end, a new era beckons
Settling the foundation of an infernal
dimension of wrath
A revelation strikes with new awareness
upon the masses
Veil of darkness unravel, a horrific sphere unfolds

An altering of the senses – to discover
What is behing light, beyond celestial slavery
Entangles the mind in dark waves, fiery & monotonous
Deep is the well of dark mystery

The enlightenment of madness presents itself
On the soil above a lower world
In everlasting ebony shades of the damned
Choirs of madness chant in agonny, as blood
flows furiously (through my veins)

Blurred visions – through a smoke-filled sky
With fists clenched, I gaze on through the ugly
The only right path

The surge of deconstruction casts light aside
The summoning at last
Deceiver – pioneer of this insight
Consume what is of joy

Consume what is of joy!

And enless rage until we dance on the
hypocrites' grave
step on the crucifix
Ans speak the tongue of blasphemy

The shivery
Crawling, freezing through the innards & up the spine
The separating of this shell of flesh & a dark spirituality
Do I believe?
It believes in me

перевод: "Небесное разрушение" (Beazth) »

5. To Rottendom

Inescapable hell
Vomited from an impure soil
Riven with death
Like flies on rotten flesh
Hatred is carved onto this earth
On the bones of the dead
The fire of glory has long since faded

To rottendom
Onto rottendom

To rottendom
Onto rottendom

Into a pit of nothingness
Your soul laid bare
You all shall be none
Crawl back to your nest
Salt this earth with your dying sons

Feverish dreams of a world down in flames
Marching to the downstrokes
Of hells titan pistons

Exquisite execution
In a burning grip
The rotted life – blood drains away
Onto rottendom

Standind in mute judgement
Foul souls in bounds of iron
Harkening to the death watch
Hell is your cross to bear
Hell is your cross to bear!

To rottendom
Onto rottendom

перевод: "К гнили" (Beazth) »

6. From The Deeps

Ia! Ia!
The stars are rights!

For aenos they have slumbered
Dead but dreaming
Waiting beneath the waves

Awaken!

Daemon-gods of primeval times
Coming round full circle
Stirring in the deep

Rise! Rise! Rise!
Boiling wasters part
Cyclopean cities emerge
From the deeps

And then...

Insanity and fear
Overwhelm the humans
Outnumbered and inferior

Kraken, Leviathan, Cthulhu
So many names given
To the fear from the deeps...

Awaken! Kraken
Awaken! Leviathan
Awaken! Cthulhu

Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!

From the deeps...

Ia! Ia!

перевод: "Из глубин" (Beazth) »

7. Slaves To Slaughter

Slaves to the slaughter
Marching on to your death
Like a cannonery of beast angels
On the bones of a million dead
Through the womb of night
Into nuclear fire storms
Neuro-active limbic death
Vengance be fulfilled

Primus tyrant
Nuclear retributionist
War-smith despoiler
Wickedness for the wickeds sake
Ever forward
Sworm in a code... a code of blood
Rend them asunder
Drinking deep of victory... of victory!

Torn into bloody ruins
I want your hands on a plate

Slaves to the slaughter
It is carnifies in the flesh
A steel-clad mass of evil
Heretic dogs & nuclear hearts
Through curtains of atomic death
I can smell your fear
Crested in fields of fire
Screaming blindly into hell

Primus tyrant
Nuclear retributionist
War-smith despoiler
Wickedness for the wickeds sake
Ever forward
Sworm in a code of blood
Rend them asunder
Drinking deep of victory

Torn into bloody ruins
I want your hands on a plate

перевод: "Рабов на бойню" (Beazth) »

8. Hellfire

My icon is the pentagram
The warmth from me
Are pleasures of the flesh
I fill you with ecstasy
My nature is that of excess
Let me out of the circle
And I will burn you

I will burn you!

My icon is the cross of Peter
I turn the aeons
I destroy dead dogmas
And create the paradigms
Of the new order
Of the new order!
Of the new order!

I sparkle with vitality and force
Why,
Fools of fear
Do you want me to burn inside the dead?

Hahahahahaha!

перевод: "Адский огонь" (Beazth) »