1. Caedes Profana

(инструментал)

2. The Gallery Of Bleeding Art

Welcome to the gallery of bleeding art
Where I create pain on the canvas of death
Just close your eyelids – the torture comes from within
In this realm of mine the revenge can begin

In a blackened place within me
Where reason is eclipsed by rage
In edifice of inviolable justice
Where my vengeance is coming to life
In all the beautiful colours of affliction

I will rape your mind into fragments of broken glass
And every single crystal shard shall pierce your lying heart
There is no dawn in this blood red dream
Just an endless night of anguish supreme

No more lies will be told
I will make you suffer in my mind
When I have ripped out your tongue
No more lies will be written
A thousand deaths for you inside
When I have smashed your fingers into pieces

Each stroke of my brush
A condescending strike against you
Each dash of paint
A scar upon your body

Every lie that you have told will be a scar upon your body
An eternal monument of your worthless existence
In the darkness I can hear you weep
You can't wake up from this breathless sleep

Every image of your tormented face
Every depiction of your lacerated body
Every instant of your suffering
Is a grand piece of bleeding art

In these chambers of vengeance I am free to live again
Live through a thousand torments
I don't feel the pain anymore
There is no life in this world of scorn
Just an endless night with tragedies adorned

No more lies will be told
I will make you suffer in my mind
When I have ripped out your tongue
No more lies will be written
A thousand deaths for you inside
When I have smashed your fingers into pieces

Death so close, yet so far, far away
Please try to reach the light with useless broken limbs
My wrath is eternal, I will never let you die
Because your suffering is keeping me alive

No more lies will be told
I will make you suffer in my mind
When I have ripped out your tongue
No more lies will be written
A thousand deaths for you inside
When I have smashed your fingers into pieces

3. Extinction

In the dazzling white light we can no longer see
What we created – a one second triumph
Rivers of our finest plutonium
Melting into the ground like an open wound
Standing without the ability to
Behold our finest yet final creation
Mortal senses die in the light
Watching our masterpiece with dead eyes

They are blind
We are blind

Erasing parasites, man-made extinction
Vanishing life-forms, man-made perfection
The time has come for our slithering existence
To return into the womb from which it came
Shattered flocks of ignorant beings
Blown away in a carnal thermonuclear storm
A one-second holocaust
Realizing that they have realized

A ritual of mass-destruction

Man made extinction – extinction made man
Killing for inner peace
Man made extinction – extinction made man
Ruling a world where all life has ceased

In the blackest of voids we can once again see
The uncreation – our absolute triumph
It is the dawn of the neogenesis
The rebirth of all that ever was
Standing with the ability to
Behold our finest yet final creation
Mortal senses die in the light
Watching our world with dead eyes

They are blind
We are blind

Recreate paradise – man-made creation
Exalted lifeforms – god-like perfection
The time has come to be as one with the gods
To return into the womb from which we all came
Shattered flocks of ignorant beings
Blown away in a carnal thermonuclear storm
A one-second holocaust
Realizing that they have realized
A ritual of mass-destruction

Man made extinction – extinction made man
Killing for inner peace
Man made extinction – extinction made man
Ruling a world where all life has ceased

Man made extinction
Extinction made man

4. Pavor Nocturnus

Trapped inside a world distorted
Thick air, pounding pulse
Climbing dead walls, seeking cure
Chemical solutions giving no relief
In this relentless circle
The spiral heading downwards
Chaos is closing in
Temporary solutions for a
Dislocated mind

Embrace the dawn they say
Daily escapism
And seek the light they say
Where the walls have already
Absorbed whatever rays there were

Patters seem unbreakable in this room of decay
The only wish is the wish to endure
This endless journey of self-contempt

The sun is rising upon others
Laughter is echoing, but not here
Only elsewhere
Truthful words and acts of deliverance
Every reason evident, but not here
Only elsewhere

det som kallades framtid finns mte mer
allt det som blomstade är nu dött och begraver
och allt som var vackert är ruttet nu
det some kallades hunger finns inte mer
det enda som flammar är smärtans låga
i vetskapen om att ha varit förd bakom ljuset

det some kallades sanning finns inte mer
bata grå nyanser i ett dunkelt sinne
som slagits sönder i ett ögonblick
det some kallades mening finns inte mer
bara klarvakna nätter, apatiska dagar
och längtan att slippa att någonsin mer vakna

Trapped inside a mind dismantled
Hollow words echoing
The only wish is the wish to hate
Where the will to live equals the will to hate
Forlorn mind, scorched and barren
Unbalanced, led astray
Sixty nights past endurance
Consumed by this room where
Destruction has brough no life

Snuff the rebellion
Destroy the intruders
And seek the light they say
As if the light was not only
A fragmented memory of yesterday

Sun rising – but not here
Only elsewhere
Laughter echoing – but not here
Only elsewhere

The sun is rising upon others
Laughter is echoing, but not here, Truthful words and acts of deliverance
Every reason evident, but not here
Only elsewhere

5. Vertigo

Soon to be taken away
From this world that I once destroyed
Seconds feel like hours
As I return the time I took
Those I blessed with deepest hate
Were only drops in the ocean of blood
that cleansed my mind, but left stains that I
Have not managed to was away from my hands

Epidemic yet healing parasites
Spawned in the chambers of spiritual genocide
Dead senses awaken as my body is injected away
Emotional intolerance
No one can provide the callous with fury

No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
No strength
No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
Not even death can kill this cancer...now

The smile of the open wound
Is yearning to be free
It will only take seconds
To wipe away the vertigo inside me

Fear takes control
In this everlasting machinery
Body lays dormant
Festering spite in pale semblance
Those I blessed with deepest hate
were only tokens of my physical demise
Body is drained, but a seed has been planted
That they have not managed to take away

No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
No strength
No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
Not even death can kill this cancer...now

The parasite is holding me back
The disease erased my free will
Swept away by the comforting apathy
Not even death can kill this cancer

In my dreams at least I can kill myself

6. The One Who Bleeds

I am the fire that is burning in your eyes
A memory that never dies
In your raped and strangled mind
I am the performance
That is played in front of your eyes
A final disentaglement of your mind
But you are blind

I am the enemy in the mirror that you can not reach
Without the possibility to see
That you are the shadow of my pain and existence
Dying without any sign of resistance
Depredated you seethe with hatred
And despise my being

But what is left of your life?
Only memories that are utterly repressed
Do you belong in this world?
When you are the one who bleeds
Eternally

Realize – you are the one who bleeds
I'm alive – causing the pain you need
Realize – you are the one who bleeds
Sacrifice – freedom to be redeemed
Flesh – tainted with blasphemies
Death – seeking tranquillity
Pain – losing the inner war
Sacrifice your freedom to be redeemed

Visions – clinging to your mind
Feeding you with lies

Hatred – burning in your eyes
Revealing the open wounds
That were caused by the shards
From the mirror that you destroyed
In home to smother the memories
An act of desperation
For you are doomed

I am the shards –
Each one symbolising the pain and suffering
That you set in front of me
Pick up the broken mirror and see what you created
The face in the mirror does not belong to me anymore
What is left of your life?
Only memories that are utterly repressed
Do you belong in this world?
When you are the one who bleeds
Eternally

7. Religionism

In ignorance, shaped to live suppressed
Devoured by a sheltering light
Obedient and restrained
Rejoicing in innocence
Indefagitable prayer for heavenly grace
In fear for the reckoning day
Praising a bastard
An unconditional devotion
To the unyielding one and his ways
Devoured by his protective rays
But as it was written
A bite so small enlightened all
Cognizance took the holy saviour's place
The venom had gently unveiled a glaring creation below
Greater than any revelation

Unyielding ways and values replaced
A gathering living to die, no more
Abandoned light – delivering bite
A gathering dying to live, reborn

Remoulded their vindictive crusade began
Blinded by wisdom they ran
Aggressive formations unleashed
Wrapped in cotton
Thriving, victorious, alive
The hour of triumph has come
Intolerant, self-proclaimed prophets, singing the words

Praise our wisdom now
Turn to intolerant choirs, chanting the words
Praise our wisdom now
It is your way to freedom

Praise our wisdom now
Turn to beautiful theories consuming the earth
Praise our wisdom now
It is the only way

Through centuries of time, imbalance in bloom
The man-made illusion gave birth to a glorious age
For those who defined freedom
The enlightened hurling stones in all their haste
Devoured by the sheltering truth
Obedience replaced by comforting nothingness
But with every yearning pleased confusion arose
Resistance began to grow
Chaos leading to the reincarnation of the balanced paradise
Where nothing is more or less true
A world beyond common knowledge
Greater than any revelation

Unyielding ways and values replaced
A gathering living to die, no more
Comforting light – heavenly grace
A gathering dying to live, reborn

Praise our ignorance
Turn to intolerant choirs, changing the words
Praise our ignorance
It is your way to freedom
Praise our ignorance
Turn to the comforting balance that our preaching offers
Praise our ignorance
It is the only way
Praise our ignorance
It is your way to freedom

8. Ashes IV

Visions of a greater time to come – a journey in time
And man's will to unite with equals in a shining kingdom
Looking down at the masses below
And the yearning for divine presence on earth
Caused rather the opposite

Crippled angel – a martyr with wings sawn off
Calling for vengeance

A dead saviour transformed into the great being
A guardian angel fallen from grace
A merciless smothering of any tendency
To break free from the cursed chains
Where every step forward is heading into
The arms of the being

Crippled angel
Welcoming every man too far away from the
World on fire that fell into oblivion
But as long as there are traces of life left to burn
This journey will continue

Can't hide from the wretched being
Can't hide from the reality any more
Can't ignore the failure
Or that the downfall was unavoidable
Can't hide from the wretched being
Can't hide from reality any more
Can't ignore the stricken's chantings
Or heal the wounds that were self-inflicted

When all are dead and the earth has been scorched
He has won
When a hundred years have passed
And the silence still remains
He will celebrate the victory of time

When the earth is dead and everything is cold
He will come back for more
Because in the ashes of yesterday's creations
There may still lie traces of hope

Walk in his footprints – settle for the earth
There is no cure now – let your body be his instrument
Kneel to the wicked – for yet another hundred years or more
Celebrate the crushing of yet another naive rebellion

When time has stopped and all hope has gone
He has won
When everything is frozen and nothing ever changes
He will celebrate the victory of time
When the earth is dead and everything is cold
He will come back for more
Because in the ashes of yesterday's creations
There may still lie traces of hope

Walk in his footprints – settle for the earth
for he is your wicked superior
When everything is dead, and there is no escape
And there is no tomorrow, days that never came
Visions never realized, a future in the hands of the being
When everything is cold, the diabolical creation prevails
The journey continues

Visionary – an angel with wings sawn off
Begging for mercy

Diminished – I am the shadow
Watching the slow uprise
I shall not stay, nor shall my body
A timeless journey
Angel-like voices are fading away
Buried in ashes so cold
Where there is no light
There may still lie traces of hope