1. Runic Hymn

Bloody shreds of remembrance
Voice left behind wall of silence
Pain stayed in nest grain of hatred
Mower assembled crops from fields

Hear crying of woman kneeling in humility
Over clothen coffin of her dreams
Shadows dance in fire burning of heap
Flame embraced foot of pagan god on the wall

Which already forgot about human fears
With god of haughtiness and faith in butterflies

In eucharist of nonentity
Drinking our souls

Wanderer did not mentioned
Where ages spin

Already won't flutter
In the odorous wind

With meadow and cemetery
Of forgotten gods

Flitted by silently between avenues
On pavement of words wrapped with tears
Satan Lowered head under duty of faith
Because lost on the earth
Old good custom.

2. By The Eyes Of The Dead

Pain in my head
Emptiness in my soul
I'm walking carefully
Guiding my body by touch
Like a blind man
I'm listening with attention
I destroy the whiteness
Pain in my head

Darkness... Entraps, Extends
To the strong suffering
Mad shadows dance
I disappear slowly
I get lost in gloom
On the wind of forgiveness
The parts of my skin are flapping

I'm bleeding like a fool man
I delude myself about an idea
That I'm alive
The death doesn't come

I'm looking down, My body in blood
I'm looking down, The rest all around
I'm screaming in madness,
My blood dries in the sun

I'm screaming in madness,
Observing my death in silence

3. Apocalypse Of The Damned

With overgrown moss faces
Wry in grotesque smile
Conscious newcomers from confusion
Trapped in iron of sadists

Carrying in gift pain and fear
Death unveiling in the twinkling of an eye
Three forgotten masters
From three different sides of world

Sewed up eyelids on the face of Christ
Look on armies of the privileged
Settled on heavy wings
Of cruel blacks

Bloody madness of cutted throats
Absurdity of dying without shadow
Of consciousness
In abyss of degradation
Creatures have borned

With appetite on the neverending
Apocalypse of the damned

Only guilty of mistake
Cruel rulers of toys which create feelings
Madness of one king creates demons
Immortal jealousy of vindictive gods

To hear singing of fallen ANGEL
Dance of faithfuls on gallows
In day of marriage of darkness
Swelling pregnant shadows.

4. Dead Author

Sleeping nightmares
Sleeping dreams
I'm going on blasphemy way
My enormous desires
My only one destiny

Dull smell of perspiration
Makes awake from the dead
By strange sight
I need to differentiate the shapes

The blood flows down the edge
Like a deadauthor
I feel the bowels on my hands
A poet of dead words

I'll rise up my head
I'll feel life full power
Which flows slowly
It's my thorn in his crown

I'm hiding in darkness
Alone in an abyss of pain
Broken by the nails of fear
I curse my creator

The blood flows down the edge
Like an eternal fire
I create the fear by my face
A sculptor of dead bodies

When an art is a cult of death
A saviour of suffering
An exiting smell of fear
An anxiety of miserable life

A sweet smell of blood
Soils my body
By trembling tongue
I try to lick its drops

5. Rotten Soul

Deceived with altar of nearness
You didn't give me these words
Even when you are choked
With moist breath of life.

Dimmed shadows on the wall
Screams of children creates vault
On a plate of dirty passions
I rend your rotten soul.

Blade washed with tears of death
Conceals in abyss of breath.
Mother why do you sadden me
So lasting in deadly silence

Once upon a time
When burning crosses stood up
In misty amusement grounds of mankind
Swaddle of lies
With dreams filled blood
Flowed in brain of christ

Sensitive hatred
Will permit to whisper wish
Of immortal sufferings
Madness wanting love

With fog soaked look
Fools lasting in slavery
With decision faded thoughts
As puppet decays creation

6. The Beginning

Blood flows slowly
Dirty with deadly curse
Power of civilization
Life raped by terror

Flower's value of death
Anthrax clad in crown
Thirty poisoned treasurers
Dancing in thoughts of the devil

Full with cadaverous white room
Waves of hospital bedding
Cover cooling corpse
Pieces of soul fly away

Freedom! Rotten in several moments
Suffering, Deep experiences

For laws their holy wars
Today...
I'm Dying along
Many years of life
For empty ideals faithful

For flags burning in the wind
For tolerance of ignorance

Two gorgeous dragons
Two warriors of darkness

Charred gas chamber of castle
Fire lights up my mind
Master of beast hidden in grave
Of human faith in demons
From abyss of creations
Cursing blood of life

7. Buried

Beautiful redness of flowers
Smells like passing life
Silence doesn't tinkle
Of sound of fast steps
Only ANGELS are waiting
Hidden somewhere in the dark
Churches Of Hypocrisy

Wonderful blackness of velvet
Importunate candle lights
Are deforming malicious
Ironic priests faces

Shadow mixed with light
Conscience loose their thorns
Doubts poor existence
Instead of pleasure of life

Scarlet of false clothes
Hiding filth of existence
Born life by rustle
After that there are creeping
Wormsfat and humid
Still want the blood
Purple of lies

Monuments of forgiveness
Masks perfectly chosen
Gloom of eternal lies
Shadow mixed with light
Last brightness
I'm last which did not forget

8. Altar Of Fire

I pray of this was a dream
Last run away faith in pain
Skin decays on my hands
I don't have tears to blowing
This embers

You sentence evil and good
Your face looks from abyss
With paternal Love you made

That I Had A Rest.

You dry now my naked bones
Melt nails in grotesque examples
Write in to my corpse words

Take from troupe this cup.

Sweet wind smells with calm
Not announced mixtures of evil

Why in spite that my heart burst
All the time I feel this bitterness
Of existence

Lying on center altar of fire
I wait on merciful end of suffering.

9. Masters Of Holy Justice

They are leading me
They who eternal hide under the cross

I'm standing in front of gathering
They judge and condemn for death
I can hear rumble hearts of cranks
They shut off my thirsty eyes.

They trample my cleaness
Warm spit of hatred flowing on my face
Ones hit by remains of veins
Next have birches from the thorns

They flog cruel
Chains crush the bones
No mercy in their inhuman thoughts
You Master Of Holy Justice
Do your obligation
Register in book of death

10. Death's Arena

Skeleton horse runs by meadow of flames
With Sword In Hand,Justice Is Blind
Sound of cemetery-bell twists her face
In snare of hypocrisy got tangled man

Withered secrets of yesterday divinities
Wander around among unborn
Epitaph of history
Begins fate.

Demonic scream from deadly pyre
Burn! Stronger! My Mercyful Fire!
Without excitement,
Without regard on cost

Let Rise Our Cross

Old world
Faithful to pagan gods
Suicide hung on piece of wood

Surprised Faces

Grimace of satisfaction
Blind looks in darkness hidden
On tendons stretched hypocrites

Show Ends With Death

I go after hung veins
Juggling with dreams
And conglomerate of bone
Singing of fallen birds
Rotating over and over again

Gods Look
From Bloody Thrones