1. Impulse

The creative urge, the urge to destroy.
The black flag of the chaos star,
flown to quake our lusts
The energy locked in the primal source leaks into the mind.
Features combined to divide.
Tangled elements and the fortune
power the cruel universe.
Death drives the vicious circle.
Perfection was just the beginning.
The code bound to collapse or something that never did exist.
The human path brought the shame,
a track figure, the defunct species, Æonian discord!
The Defect that gives birth to divinity.
Worship derived from silence.
The powers that be arise. The voiceless serfdom.
The incarnation of impossible dreams.

Minds fed from the one and only source.
Anti-attitude is a calculated effect...
so who pulls the strings?
the noises is hidden deep inside us ALL.

The creative urge, the urge to destroy.
The black flag of the chaos star,
flown to quake our lusts
The energy locked in the primal source leaks into the mind.
Features combined to divide.
Tangled elements and the fortune
power the cruel universe.
Death drives the vicious...

2. Deathvaluation

You've got control, learnt ably the principle –
"The bigger always devour the small"
Never a servant, acting more like a demigod!
Exposed power led you to the throne
Vulnerable minds – weak ones asserted you on
Bloodstained ties strengthened your name
Made them feel fright – afraid of death!
Feed them with fear like you feed them with bread

Death sets the value on the world!
Religion's price, authorities, taste of flesh
Death is our favourite dope

You waste life to reach higher and higher
Feeling immortal, the man who'll never expire
Remember time is the reaper, it will bury us all
The hooded end and nothing more than a fragile body and a mortal soul
Hourglass of a hundred years, everything turns into ash
Your all empires will fall with the last of the rotten cells
What is your heritage?

Death sets the value on the world!
Religion's price, authorities, taste of flesh
Death is our favourite dope

Mother of life, the mother of pain, the birth of chaos, the harmony of fate
The fatal blood, the bond we can't avoid! Search for the aeons lost in her name
The doomed game but worth the show – begins her dance, let the dice be thrown!
The worship of life drives the destiny's course, the cult of death kills the remorse

3. Kill The Cult

The plague of our era, parasites batten on us
Chosen to spread delusion, monkeys of a self-made God
The cult of puppets, idols, forged in the artful hands
Hands which pull the strings – the strings attached to weak brain!

Kill this cult!
Cult of lies..
Cult of scars..
Divine falseness

Kill this cult! Cult of lies
I burn your symbols and spit in your faith
Take all this shit and go back to your hell!

Wallow in filth – the great cult of sin
Only one dogma – Their immunity!
Holiness on the charlatan's face
Threaten with damnation, summon Lucifer

Kill this cult!
Cult of lies..
Cult of scars..
Divine falseness

Kill this cult! Cult of lies
I burn your symbols and spit in your faith
Take all this shit and go back to your... Go back to your hell!

Kill this cult! Cult of lies
I burn your symbols and spit in your faith
Take all this shit and go back to your hell!

Kill this cult!
Cult of lies!
I take your lies and stick them back in your throats
Drink the blood your Gods spilled and fucking choke!!!

4. One-Eyed Nation

The heavy crown of the kings
The confidante of their unabashed plans

A scepter broken in a wolfish grip
Ancient insignia of a lost intent
Is this the burden carried for power?
A bludgeon crafted to crush heads or just the blind man's golden cane?

There is no power coming from gods
There is no providence for the chosen ones!
There is no servant created to serve!
Flesh equals flesh like man equals man
The greedy ego tips the fate's scales!

Old sages say – in the land of the eyeless
One eye is enough to reach the abandoned throne
Always wash blood with water. Never with another bloodshed
Dark fruit of the wisdom born in the masterminds

There is no power coming from gods
There is no providence for the chosen ones!
There is no servant created to serve!
Flesh equals flesh like man equals man
The greedy ego tips the fate's scales!

Blinded queen leads the Cyclops
Cyclops lead the visionless folk
Blind men's shoulders, not titans
Carry the weight of this world!

Queen Themis covers her terrified eyes
Words shaped in peace, the peace after war
Her hand of justice wields a double-edged sword
If I could take this blade
And carve the eye out deep in their heads
Pierce dormant minds awake and illume
Raise the one-eyed nation, a race built on truth

There is no power coming from gods
There is no providence for the chosen ones!
There is no servant created to serve!
Flesh equals flesh like man equals man
The greedy ego tips the fate's scales!

5. Anger Line

Since I remember, every eye's burnt with wrath
Since I remember, every hand's been stained with crime
Since I remember, every word's dripped with lies
Since I remember, every step's been a risk
We've been the hate's alchemists
The great violent search for shimmering release
Death, fear and anger are the perfect recipe!

I've fallen and crawled through the ages in nowhere land
Blind, suffocated by submissive life
Prolonged lethargy grows like a claw
Then breeds anger, cuts the bonds
The human swarm full of spikes, sting without mercy every time

I slotted into the order of this severe world
I bred my anger, my dormant arm
Sculpted in the lurid forge of my fears
Hounded mind reached into the darkness sphere
The inside fury gained with every wound, the latent fuse, the bomb inside
I slowly enter the fragile Ground
Sanity stands against the wrath
I'm getting closer to the anger line

Closer than ever to slake the urge
Curiously staring at what is beyond the line
Too many years, too many scars...
Pointless awaiting just whets appetite
Sinners, the cursed ones, temptingly calling my fucking name
Just a few steps forward to feel released
Just a couple moves to awake the beast!
Closer than ever, closer to hell
I walk into shadow, the valley of the damned

6. Earth Scar

I scarify my brain with memories
The intensive taste of yesterday's air
The breath of freedom, the breath of fate
Distance between million names and places
The touch of native life, the culture's spell
I'm a man born to settle but with soul born to stray

The source of my being, the core of this path
I'm raising my army stronger than death

The sacred art of waiting, humble votary
Time leaks through the days lost in dissolving dates
The hour of sacrum. The sacrum of stage
Sweet mantra of life, the cure that revives!
I morph into the shaman performing the rite
Trance of the screaming faces, the voice of my tribe
Mellifluous prayer that will never fade
Hear the common rhythm pulsating in our veins

The source of my being, the core of this path
I'm raising my army stronger than death

I'm digging my earth scar. Step after step
Against everything I follow my fate
I'm digging, my earth scar till I dig my grave
Wherever I'll fall, I'll fall as a fulfilled man!

I'm digging my earth scar. Step after step
Against everything I follow my fate

My fate!
My fate!
My fate!

7. Never

The welkin disappeared
?There is no horizon
?The sun, the primeval mother, abandoned us
?It despairingly burns behind the shroud
?The pervasive shroud of the deathly ash
?The orphaned nature, the last vital sign
?Fades out in the shadow, burying the old vivid earth
?I knew that even light needs darkness to shine
?But learnt that every darkness always kills the light
?
?Heavy clouds went grey and down
?Crushing lungs with acid air
?This isn't home!
?This is the civilization's grave
?
?This place smells of grimness and fear
?The great vigil of the pending extinction
?Words spat out from the prophet's mouth
?Always tasted so dire, now taste so familiar
?
?Heavy clouds went grey and down
?Crushing lungs with acid air
?This isn't home!
?This is the civilization's grave
?
?Wean off being "human" with every single breath
?We perish in a concrete gas chamber
?Inhaling the self-prepared fate!
?Black visions went real, more real than we'd thought
?We were born as free men but the world we have forged
?Negates the perfect plan and forces us to crawl
?
?Life – death's hybrids slouching around
?Prosopagnosia? Everywhere same blurry faces
?Faces hidden behind the masks – the failed escape
?Masks saving life or just protracting the end!

8. Amen

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