1. The First Art

(intro)

2. Deathtrip Chronicle

It's only grief and pain, the ugliest disease
The hierophant is praying to the gallows
The only dread and grim and suddenly he freezes
The Great Redeemer, the future trap

The scars and promises, against the Seraphim
The blood is leaking like the time in history
Disgrace and sickness, a pleasure with no feel
A choice of death, a path to nil

...and only shapes remain to defend them
Like a tale with never-ending end
A life with innocence, the only savior
The fearless hunter, the timeless trip

For those who felt, for every deceiver and martyr
I am here to justify the sins...
No one will follow the signs
This journey is just loneliness and fear

Aenaon
The Endless Bound
Aenaon
The Cosmic Sound

Wrapped in cocoon of mortal and endless oblivion
Only the flesh reminds the link
Scars of human emptiness
The angriness diverted into creed

I hear no will, I see no marks,
It's this journey that outlines my past
I am Nothing, I am Everything,
I am always more than I feel

Dragged in sin, former believers
Plague and wax shroud all the cells
The road of purity, the death

Cast in stone, future and nowhere
In the womb of gravid land
Gates of past, the flow of dimension
The fearless hunter, the timeless trip

3. Grau Diva

She was born in shades
Dressed with the mantle of night
Marching between the filth
Compromising with faith

She was the grail of lore
Covered with primeval needs
Haunting every sick thought
Satisfying their will

Disorder, Disease, Identity
Opposite, Stigmatized, Duality

Grau Grau Grau
Only flesh and nothing more
Needs to purify the soul
with the scars of an obscene life

Grau Grau Grau
As the spirit dived in dope
it's the temple of the sins
Metamorphosis in idols with ecstasy

Master of its own self
Above the level of shame
Disavowed even by hell
Spitting every face

In the night she marching
Stalking for flesh and hope
Nothing and never more
Will not changed to the bone

Contrast, Cruelty, Diversity
Compromised, Parasite, Quest for Dignity

Grau Grau Grau
Only flesh and nothing more
Needs to purify the soul
with the scars of an obscene life

Grau Grau Grau
As the spirit dived in dope
it's the temple of the sins
Metamorphosis in idols with ecstasy

Hear my damned soul
The ritual of night collapsed
In earthly paradise
I search for the light...

4. A Treatise On The Madness Of God

God has been heard to speak
in many enraged remorses
High, high from the blasphemous peak
the paradise was built with corpses

God has been heard to end
in life there no trust or pity
Blamed and nailed, the sins from past
full of god's guilty

In the vortex of scarlet demise, the seeds of unbelief creations
excelling from murders, excelling from lies, this is the road of internal damnation

The scars of a brain in the torment of haze, depressed without execution
deranged of ambitions, a god to extinction, the terror of witness confession

Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,
a madness with no cause
Every time for the crown, the Redeemer,
will he break the moral laws

The labyrinth of mind from the believers,
a vortex full of clones
In the madness of god and fever,
the dimension of fraud

In solitude, he drowned
surrounded by thousand slaves
A measure for flesh and soul
the art of seven days

And he paints marbling graves,
around the land of fake idols
He despised the words and prophecies
And binding the inmost desires.

Hither, thither, oh fearless masterless
Hither, thither, grounded by angriness
Hither, thither, oh fearless masterless
Hither, thither, grounded by angriness

Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,
a madness with no cause
Everytime for the crown, the Redeemer,
will he break the moral laws

The labyrinth of mind from the believers,
a vortex full of clones
In the madness of god and fever,
the dimension of fraud

God has been heard to weep
intended of falling forever
Blind and lost by design of will
of trash and unwashed guilt
God has been reap

5. Der Mude Tod

Ermudet vom Tode, ich werde mich ewig qualen

This man, pale, walks the path of fiery dawn,
Dressed in black, falling apart from the shadows of the boughs
For aeons, wearied and doomed with breaking idols
the end is strange, oblivion and faith, from the ruins he is reborn

For the new life, we're kissed by the viper
We yearn a divine path of death
Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle
Immortals in eerie silence

Dreams pressed upon him, in times before the sins
The breath is old, wrapped in cold black shivering
This curse will be forever, like the coffins under sail
Life is like a candle, and will always fade away

We are the conquerors of life,
covered with shining tears
The mysteries of death, will always be ours

We are out of the world
without moral sense
surrounded by anger and weariness

Der Mude Tod

For the new life, we're kissed by the viper
We yearn a divine path of death
Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle
Immortals in eerie silence

Blessed are those who redeem
the explorers of faith,
you and I only exist, one shape

6. Pornocrates

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7. Closer To Scaffold

The descent from the vault
shows itself to be infinite
Transcendent and complete
revealed an attribute of divinity

Sidereal zones of waste
another one garden of silent guilt
Religious supremacy sense
the land of gnosis under the human beliefs

The shining orb of the moon,
the human race and the wild beasts
by earthly limbs and flesh
This fusion mass brings the world to birth

When everything has been tried in vain,
like the storm of modern duality
Marching in existence
the whole heaven shouts and shakes

The mankind was born of the waters
now it's time to return in flames
The stars are set beyond death
and heaven looked upwards for the human race.

Nailed in centuries, the fall of crest and crown
for all the fires are dim, our souls are still in bounds
And through all varied smoke and cries, the roaring of the sun,
The noise of little lives and brave, reflects the steps so far

Doom and Hope
Denial and Fate
Regret and Return
Hail! Hail!

In a cosmic reflection, immortals we will be
against the laws of gravity, we climbed and disappeared

Nailed in centuries, the fall of crest and crown
for all the fires are dim, our souls are still in bounds
And through all varied smoke and cries, the roaring of the sun,
The noise of little lives and brave, reflects the steps so far

Some are hung splayed out, exposed to the empty winds,
some are plunged in the rushing floods – their stains,
their crimes scoured off or scorched away by fire.

Each of us must suffer his own demanding ghost.

Then we are sent to Elysium's broad expanse,
a few of us even hold these fields of joy till the long days,
a cycle of time seen through, cleanse our hard,
inveterate stains and leave us clear ethereal sense,
the eternal breath of fire purged and pure.

But all the rest, once they have turned the wheel of time for a thousand years:

God calls them forth to the Lethe, great armies of souls,
their memories blank so that they may revisit the overarching world once more
and begin to long to return to bodies yet again.

8. Land Of No Water

Where the water has vanished, in the heat of the day
this world is bare and divides the fleeting rains
This is the land of gods in exile,
here the death of man remains in silence

We walked into the desert
buried into the sand
They still die in this desert
alone in this land

Their graves mark this land of no water
looking out of miles, the wind beyond eternity
What morbid grievous infinity of distance
such horror hovers all over the scene

The mighty spirit full of angry and bitterness
the dust behind in sunlight and mist
Endlessly flowing the yellow sand
digging graves with our bare hands

In a virgin sky the sun already dead
the desert, the desert, the desert I feel
we hang our death and rest in peace
Cursed be the gold, cursed be the gods
the desert, the desert, the desert I feel
we hung our skin and disappeared

As it came through the anguish, as it came through the fear
burning skies crown the cities of sand
A thousand years of wandering remained in silence

We prayed into the desert
buried into the sand
They still die in this desert
alone in this land

Alone in this land
We yell under the stars
We dreamed into the desert,
the Kingdom has come
The only heritage, lost souls and scars

9. Algernon's Decadence

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10. Funeral Blues

Don't stand at my grave and cry,
The human mind can't conceive the substance
Within these borders no one other exist

Don't mourn for the bravery and freedom
Only reapers, reaping the wisdom
I force the matter to collide with my mind

On the dreadful moments something sparkles inside me
On the dreadful omens, there is nothing you can't redeem

I don't accept this dept of time, so brief
The future wounds and sudden grief
Inside the body of the elder gloom
This picture gave me infinite relief

The desolation and the sorrow
for those who died, or those who are
The only fellow, a rusty gallows
just vicious night, thick like death

Dig and watch – Just stones and soil
Dig and wonder – It's necessary end
Dig and hear – The rhythm of the silence
and whisper the funeral blues

Keep fresh the grass upon the grave,
These roots will always be my chains,
Like spoils of death are shining with awe.

By this cell I drowned in the waves,
a body like ship is ready to sail,
Which is the quest I ask? Just to be wrecked...

This scream is not yours,
the dead do not lie in your soil,
they become birds and trees
delivered from mortal flesh

No one can see the light, no one can feel
The generations yet to come
You're not the one, you're not the one

Always pretending,
to be able to live the endless path of death
Coming and going day and night,
descending to earth
How do you confront life and death,
virtue and fear?
This vision that every time burns inside,
will continue forever...

11. Palindrome

Suddenly life turns around
from the blackened interior sky
? race full of empty bounds,
a dream without the old and dark seraphim eye

A trail of forsaken souls
Doomlight
Nightsource
The journey of spirituality

It's always the pain that floats to the ground

A masquerade of eternal...
Dawncrest
Mistdome
The loss of depressed morality
Coldborn
Oathbounds
The centuries of mankind withered again

Fear and time
?he perfect rhyme
The crumbling walls come forth for the palindrome
for the palindrome
The ageless why
Spirits from far away
The sorrow with a sigh will swallow all the gales
For the palindrome

Where the breaths sedate,
Bent the mortal bow (of sins)
A structure of escape
Will set mankind in hate
downfall and pure decay

Who will unlock the lands beyond our death
And who will crush the gate of the chains
Behind the speechless doors dreams watch and break

Creep through the gates
Where comets with fiery trails
Embrace the divinity
Stargazers of life and death
All heavens are sealed

Dwellings near urns
A small vessel in abyss
Thin hands are reaching for the flames
To enlighten the godsend race

The seasons do not change for the mass
begotten and blessed are all the sufferers
All the fields lie above the empty world
springing up from tombs and then they fall
then they fall, at the end of the beginning
in a life's palindrome, palindrome

Into the night it chases the fire across the shadows
pointed so far, and wide in life's torch
The souls sleep, over the reflection
of the wanderer's times and wars
The idols, foreshadow
the plague and wrath of incarnated leaps

Spacetime
Wrathvine
Devotion of ethereal zone
Frostrite
Mournhymns
the stars of inhuman throne

Bloodscars
Galestars
the future drowned, hopeless and weak
Graverush
Thornblast
into the whirlpool of cyclone's life

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