1. Forced To Rock

Lets rock!

Now the promise of never is replaced with half-hearted lies.
Sworn to kill with this diamond will and scarlet painted eyes.
Forced to rock! Rebellion, Rebellion.
In the name of Devil Starve.
To embrace our sins with all we are.
In the name of Satan, we are forced to rock.

Riding high on emptiness wearing only flames.
Receiting lines of tainted prose and innocence is slain.
Forced to rock! Rebellion, Rebellion.
In the name of the Devil Starve.
To take down this life with a feast of famine.
In the name of Satan, we are forced to rock.

Reaching out with hands of gold and famine is the feast.
Where the only hell is growing old we are starving for the beast

Now the promise of never is replaced with half-hearted lies.
Sworn to kill with this diamond will and scarlet painted eyes.
Forced to rock! Rebellion, Rebellion.
In the name of the Devil Starve.
To take down this life with a feast of famine.
In the name of Satan, we are forced to....

2. A March For The Sick

You look to me with your resurrection eyes.
A curse of truth that is longing for disguise.
Now covered in scars unveiled by vanity.
The bloody mirror's shattered, it's left it's mark on me.

A march for the sick, starving for control.
To the bastard's beat.
Now shifting in shadows and crying for release.
All life has surrendered crawling on it's knees.
Covered in scars this curse of vanity.
I have come to learn I traded diamonds for disease.

A march for the sick, starving for control.
Dying on my knees, starving for control.
A march for the sick, starving for control.
To the bastard's beat.

Bring it down now,this loss must have it's reprisal.
Master the arts of guilt and denial.
Forgive the shameless, beg to remain nameless.
And forever dwell with regret behind my eyes.

Now shifting in shadow's and crying for release.
All life has surrendered crawling on it's knees.
Covered in scars this curse of vanity.
I have come to learn I traded diamonds for disease.

You look to me with your resurrection eyes.
A curse of truth that is longing for disguise.
Now covered in scars unveiled by vanity.
The bloody mirror's shattered, it's left it's mark on me.

A march for the sick, starving for control.
Dying on my knee, starving for control.
A march for the sick, starving for control.
To the bastard's beat.

Bring it down now, this loss must have it's reprisal.
Master the arts of guilt and denial.
Forgive the shameless, Beg to remain nameless.
And forever dwell with regret behind my eyes.

3. From Soulless To Shattered (Art In Dying)

Penance for this breath of black betrayal.
Stoic, famished guard the walls of this scarlet temple.
Awaits to hear the sound of armies marching underground and the screams of failures conquest.
A wish to waste and rise alone with only the wolves i call my own.

A starving withered statue.
Amidst the ruins you once knew.

Condemned to defend.
The weakened flesh of this facade from all that breathes and lies within.

The vultures swarm and sharpen their talons.
Upon wings of torment flying.
Who is to say there is no art in dying.

A starving withered statue.
Amidst the ruins you once knew.
A shrine for the sick to gather.

From here to hell, from soulless to shattered.
From soulless to shattered.

To destroy and conquer this failure with a will of sharpened razors.
To forget what has been done.
And all I have over come

Penance for this breath of black betrayal.
Stoic, famished guards the walls of this scarlet temple.
Awaits to hear the sound of armies marching underground.
And the screams of failures conquest.
Upon wings of torment flying.

Who is to say theres no art in dying.

4. Beyond Forlorn

The dreams of others
Wither by light of day
When the truth's uncovered
You will find me wasting away

A dark curse upon me
Flesh bound to the whipping post
Hunted and haunted
Stalked by nostalgia the memory of a ghost

Beyond forlorn, the answers lie in loneliness
Disease reborn, I am so full on emptiness

In the heart of torture
Came the vulture's melody
To grant my wishes
A pardon from this malady.

A drop of poison
Just a drop to call the armies off
A chance for release
For release is all I ever want

Beyond forlorn, the answers lie in loneliness
Disease reborn, I am so full on emptiness
The greed that blankets passion
Keeps all of our grief in fashion
And as the fervor slowly dies
I damn my soul to open up the sky.

From this failing temple
Draped in scarlet shrouds
The starving statue
Looks on and speaks aloud

Locked inside the famine chamber
I am the prince of emaciation
Under the spell of the coldest slender
Grant me my wish, release the poison.

A dark curse upon me
Flesh bound to the whipping post
A drop of poison
Just a drop to call the armies off.

Beyond forlorn
The answers lie in loneliness
Disease reborn
I am so full on emptiness
The greed that blankets passion
Keeps all of our grief in fashion

Beyond forlorn,
Stalked by nostalgia
My memories are your ghost.

5. The Ten Of Swords

The vultures have been waiting
To feast upon their prey
With the vengeance knife
This disdain for life ends today
With grand anticipation
The frail have been stalked
Showing no remorse

This lifeless corpse is forced to rock
A season of starvation is at hand
Has the bastard come to eat me again?
Wasting, lying the famine horde
If we are the nightmare, I am the ten of swords

The temple has been conquered
No more statues gazing on
And this wretched plague of reason's wrath
Quietly awaits the dawn
Still the threat of starving vultures
Poised for attack, under cold skies, with blinded eyes

I watch my back
A season of starvation is at hand
Has the bastard come to eat me again?
To fall away without fear of emptiness
For it must take great strength to starve
Wasting, lying the famine horde
If we are the nightmare, I am the ten of swords

Still the threat of starving vultures
Poised for attack, under cold skies, with blinded eyes
I watch my back, with grand anticipation
The frail have been stalked
Showing no remorse
This lifeless corpse is force to rock

A season of starvation is at hand
Has this bastard come to eat me again?
To fall away without fear of emptiness
For it must take great strength to starve

6. Closer To Cold

All that I know, erased by lies
That have eaten my memories away
I walk words towards fate
Step by step
Closer to cold
The rise of emptiness

Closer to cold
Guilt unites with regret
I have taken starvation
As my one and only bride
Chosen to live life as a disease personified
And in the call of winter, I learned the words to make it stop

An oath, a pact with sickness
We must always walk hand in hand
Closer to cold the rise of emptiness
Closer to cold
Guilt unites with regret

I am veiled in tears of scarlet mourn
One step closer to cold
All reason is unborn
By the chant of seven whistlers tune
We grow closer to death beneath this cold and blood dimmed moon
Closer to cold
The rise of emptiness
Closer to cold
Guilt unites with regret

All that I know, erased by lies
That have eaten my memories away
I walk towards fate
Step by step

By the chant of seven whistlers tune
We grow closer to death beneath this cold and blood dimmed moon
Closer to cold
The rise of emptiness
Closer to cold
Guilt unites with regret

7. Sick Perfection

A sickening sermon held with the mirror's gaze
Without flesh to offer, without will to save
Now deceit's reflection, glares back with lying eyes and recites the lie that brought this corpse to life
And I must deny myself all life's pleasures
For in this denial I have found sick perfection

Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of the dawn
To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond
With frozen fear and guilt to feed the sightless wisdom
That I held near, as close as any fucking coffin
And I must deny myself all life's pleasures
For in this denial I have found sick perfection
Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn
To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond

A reflection of disease, a twisted vision of deceit
With one last breath to tell the tale
Of failures conquest, of shattered spells
Embrace the knowledge, embrace the sickness
Elegant yet perverse, I'm in the clutches of vanity's curse

Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn
To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond

8. Half Past Corpse O'Clock

We mourn the pale and listless
It's half past corpse o'clock
Praise the sick, hail the twisted
Sell your soul it's time to rock
Let's celebrate our life's failures
That we are forced to repeat
Breed the bastard despite the knowledge
That with flesh comes deceit
With a blind oath to madness we are forced to rebel
Wearing a badge of our shame let's starve for the devil!

How long I have tried to separate my guilt from all of my lies
How long you have tried to see beyond the emptiness of my eyes
A curse to grant your wishes
When it's half past corpse o'clock
Realize your reason's twisted
Starve your soul, it's time to rot
Let's forget ever moment
For human life is frail
And all I know for certain
Is that the mirror shows us hell
With a blind oath to madness we are forced to rebel
Wearing a badge of our shame let's starve for the devil!

How long I have tried to separate my guilt from all of my lies
How long you have tried to see beyond the emptiness of my eyes
The blindness of our eyes and the madness that it brings
The seven whispers are silent as a carcass choir sings

How long I have tried to separate my guilt from all of my lies
How long have you tried to see beyond the emptiness of my eyes?

9. Escape Artist

Take hold and feel the flames that we control, this hell can feed our shame and cleanse the soul
And though I choose to walk this path
And face the plague of reason's wrath
The graven songs and tortured words
Of a thousand liars shall be my bible

The art of self denial
A bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works
Of the escape artist
This cold resistance cannot fail me now
It holds the pleasures sick perfection won't allow
And though all self has been denied
I've reached the level few have tried
And at the side of the beast
I am seated for the famine feast

The art of self denial
A bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works
Of the escape artist
Theses eyes are longing for release
Yet the coldness follows me
These eyes are longing for release
This is famine

The art of self denial
A bloody hangman's trial
All ways to praise the works
Of the escape artist
These eyes are longing for release
Yet the coldness follows me
These eyes are longing for release
This is famine

10. Sable Rising

Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
This path of deceit shall never grow old
Ageless and guiltless, feasting on damnation
And the ever growing fear in their eye
One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised

Kissing the stillness, caressing the cold
In the mouth of damnation, I am growing old
We have come on wings of torment
Follow us, all of us, sable rising
With our guilt to feed the vultures
Follow us, all of us, sable rising

The temple lay in ruin
And the artist has escaped
Leaving his works behind
The starving statue takes its shape
Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
This path of deceit shall never grow old
One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised

We have come on wings of torment
Follow us, all of us, sable rising
With our guilt to feed the vultures
Follow us, all of us sable rising