1. Entrance: Self-Inflicted Wound

(intro)

2. Countdown: Next Degeneration

Curtains lifted, now start to count:
One, two, three...
Sold out play, ready for show.
Four, five, six...
Figures acting their starring roles
Seven, eight...
In remembrance of long lost past.
Nine, ten. Go!

Deviant, ignorant, ravenous,
Purchase, come on, applaud.

Rhyme for romantics,
Redeemer for strayed,
Chimes for the frantic,
Church for the brave.
Fever the passionate,
Rouse those who sleep.
Divine aggression,
One bold leap.

Story's twisting releasing guts of plot,
Lent and decayed the Prime is low.
Shadows dancing in focus of floodlights
In remembrance of glory agonized.

Deviant, ignorant, ravenous,
Purchase, come on, applaud.

Rhyme for romantics,
Redeemer for strayed,
Chimes for the frantic,
Church for the brave.
Fever the passionate,
Rouse those who sleep.
Divine aggression,
One bold leap.

3. Desolated: Symptoms Of Plague

Curse your name monarch
We don't need your crown
Too much pain for us
Time to take you down
Lit by brand new vision
We will pave our way
Drop your fraud religion
And your saints so lame

The desolate waste
The triumph of poor
Unending chase
For future obscure

Come on, now, now, now!

Now we are together
We will free our hate
Put this land in terror
Destroy all you made
Red had come to manage
What you White failed
All gentry is banished
Torn and unveiled

The desolate waste
The triumph of poor
Unending chase
For future obscure
The desolate waste
The symptoms of plague
We march in disgrace
To future so vague

4. Collectors: Anthem To The Bastard Nation

We got the favour
Soil for peasants,
Factories for labour,
Five-year plan,
Got rid of old
Dead conceptions,
United by the new
Ideal of man.

Strong with collective caress
Of our selfishness negation,
Sick Europe choke in malice
They call us
Bastard Nation!

Praise Father Joseph,
Lenin and party.
We pace the road they show
With heads up high.
Riding to close to
The future, brighter
Than ever was before
And we ignite.

Strong with collective caress
Of our selfishness negation,
Sick Europe choke in malice
They call us
Bastard Nation!

Glory to the brave
Pioneers of new wave,
Hundreds follow us,
Millions will trust.
Victory is nigh,
Nations reunite,
We line up to the beat
To make the world complete

Strong with collective caress
Of our selfishness negation,
Sick Europe choke in malice
They call us
Bastard Nation!

Strong with intel ambitions
The science is our passion,
Sick Europe superstitious
They call us
Bastard Nation!

5. Taint: Fear Breeds Larvae

Hallucinations – they come out.
They fill my ears with raging roar
They fill my mouth, I cannot shout,
Been petty once now it soars.

Hands that took so many lives
Could they grasp little love?
I shut my imperiled eyes
Bleeding out drop by drop.

Faith and conspiracy
Side by side,
Much too clear to see
Where I hide.
No stop, no slightly a turn
On my way
Warped in madness, I burn
Day by day...

Kneeled down, a nervous wreck,
There's a hole in my head.
Rough grasp around my neck –
Better mad, better dead.

Hands that took away the faith
Could they seize peace of mind?
Facing my withered wraith
In the mirror all the time.

Faith and conspiracy
Side by side,
Much too clear to see
Where I hide.
No stop, no slightly a turn
On my way
Warped in madness, I burn
Day by day...

6. Obsession: Hate Campaign

Utopia breaks down and decays,
These days,
The panic grows inside your heart
And taints!
Show no regret, slander them all,
Amend,
Another time you linger then you are
Condemned!

Burned out with anguish mind is black,
Senseless,
Fucked from inside the bloodless corpse
Of presence...
Everything's mixed in dialectic
Endless war,
Selfless devotion turned to rot,
A friend to foe.

Gulag fastens chains
To your brains, to your soul.
Time of reckoning, growing fear within
Hold your tongue or be hated!
Crisis in your hands,
In your words, in your heart.
Innocent will die as the worlds collide,
This is how will end your pastry.

True violence, do it soft
No caress, write them off
Fuck them up, harass the peers
Endless fear
Is what you volunteer
But you are next in line
It's why you disappear
Miserable swine.

7. Judgement: Your Bloodstained Path

Feel the anguish tears asunder
Chilling blood in your veins.
Perfect killing propaganda,
Words of tribune profane.

Terror corporation
Covenant on secrecy
Scorn, annihilation
Blessed be!

Privilege of Aryan
Show in a gesture,
Throw worthless down!
Canopy of heaven
Is torn and fractured
By gunfire sounds!

Here comes the agony
Third time affinity
Sign of the sun
And bird of prey,
Here comes the aftermath
On your bloodstained path
Hammer and sickle
Reap and sway!

Fear and anguish – shades of splendour,
"No step back" is the preach
Perfect killing no surrender
Words of tribune beseech.

Here comes the agony
Third time affinity
Sign of the sun
And bird of prey,
Here comes the aftermath
On your bloodstained path
Hammer and sickle,
Yeah!

Cover me!
When the judgement comes,
Cover me!
When you hear alarm
Seize the fire
And seize the day.
Cover me!
Orphan gears of war,
Cover me!
With the veil of hoar
Seize the fire
And seize the day!

8. Motherlode: 66 Ways to Redemption

(инструментал)

9. Wastelands: Global Communism

Astounding resolution of the piece,
Outcome is rude
You die in solitude.
Prospecting for new life, new way,
On the agenda –
Thaw innuendo.

Astounding farewell agony of philistine
Moan squeezing them,
Love's requiem.
Prospecting for new life, new personality
Tied as before
By a cold war.

Simplicity of life,
Complexity of thoughts,
You left without a guide
One seventh of the world.
Not destined for a weak
Your life resembled hell,
So proud you touched the peak,
So desperate you fell.

Ferocious fire of revolution burned.
With empty hearts
And empty hands
Nation retired from the run
To a new way,
Better way!

Worth of the million paces
One step off the line to change the world,
Upon the million faces
Open bleeding sores.
Torn by our own dissemblance,
Leading to ruin,
Reaping the dust in wastelands
Of global communism.

Curtain falls the actors bowing!
Crowd leaves the hall,
Light no more glowing,
End of the show.
One only shadow
Still dwells inside,
In the remembrance
Of glory agonized!

Worth of the million paces
One step off the line to change the world,
Upon the million faces
Open bleeding sores.
Torn by our own dissemblance,
Leading to ruin,
Reaping the dust in wastelands
Of global communism.