1. Amnesia Of The Wildoerian Apocalypse

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2. Secondary Effects

Shadows of irrational dread
Sensing worms in lust, blood eyed
The source of my cold existence
Forming, completing my dark side
Overwhelmed by self compassion
A symphony in chaos to no ones ears
The sound of laughter in suffering
And unmourning tears

My thoughts, without connection

Absorbed by a painless heart
Spreading through my swelling veins
Like million creatures trying to defeat
The organic structure of my human flesh
Orgasmic smell of blood, a new born beast
I have become, I have arrived to join this feast
Born a beast

Wrath boiling under the surface of my brain
With the thrilling sense from a reptile chase
Crawling from the genetic deep charm
A buried memory of an ancient race

Shadows of irrational dread
Sensing worms in lust, blood eyed
Insanity fills my thoughts
A frightful urge to complete my desires
I won't irritate my atmosphere
Opened blind eyes, frozen breath
Laughter's sounding everywhere
Waking up from apparent death

The eternal well of inner rejection

3. Organic Canvas

I live for what you would call filth and disgust
Someone's loss of blood will power and light my veins
I will paint the colour of red all over your pitiful world
I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body

A precise stab in your spine and your body is paralysed
But your vision still works, you can witness the pain
You could only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art, painted in the flesh
A quick snap and the lights are out.

The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh
People will be chocked by my new exhibition
Ten different pieces of agonising death
I'm in position, I'll re-create what's left.

You may think my work is done with rage and hatred,
But you are so wrong; it's done with passion
I carefully select what will be my organic canvas
Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony.

What am I becoming?
What have I become?

Here I am, becoming the final work
A burning self-portrait
Why am I becoming what I am?

You seem to find my expressive art so chocking
Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate them
Watch me perform this masterpiece. Nothing gets more real
A signature written in blood

What am I becoming?
What have I become?
Here I am, becoming the final work
A burning self-portrait
Why am I becoming what I am?

4. Fading Dimensions

Captured in this domain of flesh and blood
An implant of illusions before closed eyes
Forced into the moving shadows
Reality challenges the most vivid imagination
The mind needs to discover for itself
Awake from this dream, living a nightmare

Controlled imagination
Washed away in the waves of insanity

The face of reality is twisted without a form
Placed in this given, yet unwanted madness
Pushing all rational thoughts aside
Reopen the closed doors to infinity
Walking this delusive path
Fantasies more true than life itself

Controlled imagination
Washed away in the waves of insanity
A growing equation of fading dimensions
Thirst exceeding the oceans

All access to devoted lust
Are only visions of passionate flesh
Forced into the moving shadows
Reality challenges the most vivid imagination
The mind needs to discover for itself
Awake from this dream, living a nightmare

Controlled imagination
Washed away in the waves of insanity
A growing equation of fading dimensions
Thirst exceeding the oceans

5. Layers Of Lies

A dull perception of an ever-shrinking world
The desire to live outside the given sphere
Set aside the free will and human emotion
How it hurts to know that freedom is gone forever

Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
Piece of a puzzle, a pawn in the game
Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
The never will be solved
Thick layers of lies

Is there a choice, or is it in the hands of destiny
No such thing as faith, everything is predestined
The presence of all, and the perception of every feeling
Is just a dream that follows a written script

Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
Piece of a puzzle, a pawn in the game
Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
The never will be solved
Thick layers of lies

Use the flesh to breed artificial machinery
Bend the time, the past ahead of us
A well kept secret revealed in an instance
Cut through the thick layers of lies

A piece of a puzzle, a pawn in the game
Piece of a puzzle, cut through the thick layers of
Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
Piece of a puzzle, a pawn in the game
Lies, layers of lies, layers of lies
The never will be solved
Thick layers of lies

6. Godforsaken Universe

Look into my eyes and get a glimpse of annihilation
Seek deep within me, but you will find to pity
You have entered my domonion. Nobody belongs here but me
Once you're here the portal behind you is closed

I'll guide you to agony
I'll make you detest
I'll bring you depravity
This is my quest

No one survives a visit in my hell
Sit back and enjoy your own demise

Feel free to explore, but you will only find wrath
You will dwell in torment and affliction for eternity
Control this godforsaken universe
Appasionate sensation, being superior to god

Vanishing, nothing left
Perished, no one survive
Do you share my passion for death?
I will serve you a dinner of vengeance

I'll guide you to agony
I'll make you detest
I'll bring you depravity
This is my quest

As your soul is torn with surgical precision
And the void that is left is filled with darkened oblivion
Left is an empty shell, erased degraded
An inexlicable fear of what dread waits

Vanishing, nothing left
Perished, no one survive

7. Klastrophobic Hibernation

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8. Vision Of Degradation

Born in filth, no future in sight
Living of nothing
What chances for survival exists?
Is this the way to live?

Death is a choice
Walk among zombies of everyday life
Each day is a war against starvation
Leftovers is the bliss of the day

Hail the god of transparent life
Hail the god that rules the weak
Hail the god, see through the waste
Hail the god, degradation is the way

Razor void crumbles inside
Curves flatter the spine
The surrounding people express their hate
No warmth, no compassion

A never-ending battle each day
Enslaved, compiled, degraded
Empowered by the paper thin ruler
Hail thee for no demise

The god of transparent living
Takes away all visions of life

Chemical indulgence
Master of all misery
Imprisoned by the lord of deceit
Entwined in a world of chaos

Enslaved, compiled, degraded
Death is a choice
Hail thee for no demise
Leftovers is the bliss of the day

9. Contaminated

Forgotten memories that touches our minds
Painful splinters of a cold relief
A humble bow in front of a war to come
Species allied from the dawn of time

Lie scattered on the brinks of hell
Not more than a whisper, a sigh of faith

Ascending hate outlines our path
Into the precipitous oblivion
Glorified acts of violence produces
The foundation to our ruin
Conditions are right
Exclusively yours, not more than a whisper
A sigh of forgotten faith

Forgotten memories that touches our minds
Painful splinters of a cold relief
A humble bow in front of a war to come
Species allied from the dawn of time

Lie scattered on the brinks of hell
Not more than a whisper, a sigh of faith

Desolate planes, human destructive glory
Lingers in the hollow remains
Of a slowly penetrating anger
We're tied up in darkness, helplessly bound
Exclusively yours, not more than a whisper
A sigh of forgotten faith

Contaminated mind
Creator of the growing fued
Contaminated soul
Creator of a conclusive war

10. Maelstrom Crisis

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11. Decadent Messiah

Castaways on anguish island
Haunted by a thousand ghosts
Tortured to complete denial
Threatened by the truth
Propagate in bitter anger
Multiply in clone like twins

Serve, obey, believe

Kneel down
Bow before his feet
The master of deceit
Bloodstained, raging liar
Rule with death and fire
Decadent Messiah

Throw yourself into darkness

God invented you to be
The saviour of mankind
Dive into the wall of hatred
Turn away all sense of guilt
Drive yourself through fire and pain

Have no fear, have no thought
The less you know the more you gain
Ignorance complete the madness
Pledge allegiance to the flame
In sickness and in death
'Till Hell do you part

12. The Creation Insane

Falling through the heart of darkness
Your nightmare has just begun
Reflections of personal experiences
Has forever darkened the sun
Being in a terrifying state of mind
Desperately trying to open the eyes
Absorbing with fear, this horrific world
Observing when the last day of my soul dies

Displayed in grotesque ways
A hell for those who are there
Hiding in a personal dark place
Why do you even care?

No – No one really want to
Know – We're turning out backs
To – evil reality
So – we live our secure
Lives – Not aware of what happened on the
Outside – In the true world that we live and
Die – with no contribution at all

Disbelieving in the sense of compassion
Living in a lie that is built by ourselves
Caring for each other is out of fashion
Destroying what's good is an easy escape.

Our minds forever eaten by
The world as we know it
The lame attempts, the creation insane.

There's no difference between you and me
Blood on our hands will never set us free

Watching a violent act from a distance
With no intension to put it to an end
A victim in fear begging for assistance
But you are not there for him to defend
While walking away you can hear his screams
It doesn't move your heart of stone
But the cowardly decision will follow your
dreams
And the smell of fear is always your own