1. No Cross Left Unturned

Burning churches down to ashes.
Showing no mercy, tonight.
Igniting the night with flames of wrath.
Fire is my guiding light.

Until there's no cross left unturned.
This is the time to make them burn.

Inverting the cross, the hoax of Christ.
Evil has no boundaries.
I yearn to burn, to kill the lies.
Destroying them, piece by piece.

For now there's no cross left to turn.
I am the one who makes them burn.
This is the path of no return.
Time to burn!

Until there's no cross left unturned.
This is the time to make them burn.

Until there's no cross left unturned.
This is the time to make them burn.

Catacombs filled with blood, boiling the holy from within.
I am the resurrected, born of fire and sin.

For now there's no cross left to turn.
I am the one who makes them burn.
This is the path of no return.
Time to burn!

Burning and killing and slaying.
Ripping and tearing and screaming.
Stabbing and slashing and thrashing.
Beheading and hunting, then hell.
Igniting and laughing and watching.
Maiming and chopping and bleeding.
Destroying and crushing, them dying.

Until there's no cross left unturned.

2. Epitome Of Death

Wings of darkness, embrace me.
For I am chosen, I am set free.
Killing for pleasure is what I do.
Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who.

Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix.

Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.

Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.

The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife.
Tears and screams, as I take their lives.
There is something inside me, a growing lust.
The relentless urge has become a must.

Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks.

Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.

Murder, my only urge is to murder.
I feel empty without murder.
It makes my life complete.
I am the epitome of death.

3. Beyond The Flesh

Caught in total sickness from centuries of old.
Born in utter darkness, Death will now unfold.

Beyond the flesh, beyond the flesh.
Hell is coming from far beyond the flesh.

Spreading like a leper that's crawling down your spine.
Death and hell and vomit, all of them entwined.

Beyond the flesh, beyond the flesh.
Hell is coming from far beyond the flesh.

Plague is now upon us, dead you soon will be.
When darkness is unchained in this pestilent spree.

Black Death rules the earth, blood becomes the soil.
Pale cadavers everywhere, their skin begins to boil.

No sign of life, all is gone by a leprosy.
The earth is raped by the stench, darkness it will be.

Beyond the flesh, beyond the flesh.
Hell is coming from far beyond the flesh.

4. The Grotesque

Death is now upon me, I inhale it's might.
Atrocities by hand, turning day to night.

Destroy the human filth!
Slicing up the flesh!

The Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.

Grotesquery inside my head, victims I abduct.
Take them to a hidden place, they do as I instruct.

Peeling off the skin to a disgusting mesh.

The Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.

Tie them up, gag their mouths, my scalpel shine.
Warm blood is dripping now from their bodies that are mine.

Destroy the human filth!
Slicing up the flesh!

The Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.

Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.
Inhuman bliss.
Into the grip of the Grotesque.

5. Obliterate

Day of terror, day of wrath.
Everything will die tonight.
A world in ruins, Hell's aftermath.
Infernal Death in sight.

Die under my command.
Everyone will die.
War and bloodshed.
The world will burn.

Dominate!
Terminate!
Obliterate!

A world in ashes, devastation.
You can't hear one breath.
Total striking obliteration.
Bestial fucking Death.

Die under my command.
Everyone will die.
War and bloodshed.
The world will burn.

Dominate!
Terminate!
Obliterate!

6. Skulls

Trapped in devastation, the afterglow of war.
Human termination, revel in flesh and gore.
Visions of bestial warfare, morbid minds align.
In the burning corpses glare, we killed what we could find.

Skulls!
Into the Death.
Skulls!
The final path to the beyond.
Skulls!
Into the Death.
Skulls!
The final path to the beyond.

Pulverized humans on the ground: Killed, beaten, gone.
In times of war and hellish gore, blood fills the dawn.

The end of all is now here, life does not exist.
Forever dead eternally, forgotten in the mist.
Into a deathlike silence, as the wood burns.
War and blood, spite and rage, for Death I yearn.

Skulls!
Into the Death.
Skulls!
The final path to the beyond.
Skulls!
Into the Death.
Skulls!
The final path to the beyond.

7. Midnight Coffin

Possessed night of a possessed Death.
All life is broken.
Crawling evil summoned tonight.
A sinister Death is evoken.

Risen from a dark, musky grave.
Up from the ground.

A pungent mist, destroying lives, stinking is the source.
Every night Death will rise from the coffin, of course.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping.
Midnight coffin.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping tonight.

Rotten and putrid bodies below, an immense stench starts to grow.
Their decomposing heads and feets, this night is complete.

Midnight possession!
Where fog meets stench, life can no longer be found.

Unholy blood ruling tonight, bringing forth a shrieking fright.
People are dying of asphyxiation, life replaced by devastation.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping.
Midnight coffin.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping tonight.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping.
Midnight coffin.

Possessed by the night.
Midnight coffin.
Death comes ripping tonight.

8. Bonestorm

Thunder and lightning in the sky.
Armageddon, time to die.
The world is deserted, end of all.
In the eye of the storm, mankind's fall.

In the eye of the storm, mankind's fall.

Bonestorm, crushed by the Bonestorm.
Skulls in the Bonestorm, killed by Death.
Bonestorm, storm of bones.

Bonestorm, crushed by the Bonestorm.
Skulls in the Bonestorm, killed by Death.
Bonestorm, storm of bones.

Like a spiteful tornado it will ravage.
This murderous storm so savage.
Devastating lives and lands.
The whole world in it's hands.

The whole world in it's hands.

Embracing Death to it's own.
Collecting corpses, skulls and bones.
Terror from the sky, terrorizing Death.
The world is taking one final breath.

Spewing bones and skeletal remains.
A gravelike vortex, increasing gain.
Like a living cemetery, bound for decay.
Striking with vengeance, the brutal way.

Striking with vengeance, the brutal way.

Bonestorm, crushed by the Bonestorm.
Skulls in the Bonestorm, killed by Death.
Bonestorm, storm of bones.

Bonestorm, crushed by the Bonestorm.
Skulls in the Bonestorm, killed by Death.
Bonestorm, storm of bones.

9. Abyss Of Corpses

Into the darkness, a gaping hole.
Beneath the ground, Death will unfold.

It's been here for ages, a trap for mankind.

Abyss of corpses, a stench piled up.
Now and forever, it will never stop.
Abyss of corpses, death and decay.
The smell of a carcass is here to stay.

Bodies piled up, abysmal genocide.
The stench, the rotten smell.
The reeking ones that died.

Thousands of corpses swallowed by the abyss.

Abyss of corpses, a stench piled up.
Now and forever, it will never stop.
Abyss of corpses, death and decay.
The smell of a carcass is here to stay.

10. Re-Animation Of The Dead

Night of a morbid death lurking in the dark.
Awakening of the dead, the Devil's mark.
From the graves they rise in the midnight hour.
Cemetery terrors, lives they devour.

Into town, a bloody spree.
Killing everyone in sight.

Re-animation, the dead arise.
Hell made flesh, re-animation of the dead.

Re-animation, the dead arise.
Hell made flesh, re-animation of the dead.

They hunt and kill tonight, these wretched dead.
A bestial feast, total Hell ahead.

Creeping Death rising from the grave.
Like a rotten mist, lives will be craved.
Evil embodied, re-animated dead.
Horror made flesh to raze and tread.

No one will survive this unholy night.

Re-animation, the dead arise.
Hell made flesh, re-animation of the dead.

Re-animation, the dead arise.
Hell made flesh, re-animation of the dead.

They hunt and kill tonight, these wretched dead.
A bestial feast, total Hell ahead.