1. Piano Concerto No.1: B Flat Minor...

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2. Echoes Of A Silent Scream

Adrenaline rushing in to keep me strong.
All strung up, standing in the dark.
The tension in the air is indescribable,
pure destruction of life on my mark.

Your silent screaming
leaves a permanent sight
I shall never forget until I die.

Your body broken
and high on adrenaline,
and your eyes in desperation,
asking why.

Digging to keep my sanity,
hunting to find my identity.
Searching deeper down in history
to keep the nightmares away.

Burying the memories of gray!

So we leave the eerie burial ground
in the dying hour of the night.
Conscience as white and pale as pristine snow,
internally saturated with this might.

Digging to keep my sanity,
hunting to find my identity.
Searching deeper down in history
to keep the nightmares away.

Burying the memories of gray!

3. Through The Eyes Of The Killer (Towering Over You)

Blindfold,
drunk on killers of pain.
Deprived of senses!

Scared to death,
not aware of reasons.
Stripped of ability to move!

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

Torture cellar, experiencing pain,
the last place that you'll see.
Sexual violence serving as a tool
to make me sane anew.

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

What comes around goes around,
and now you reap what you sowed.
What comes around goes around,
and now you reap what you sowed.

A fistful of hatred
meets your bleeding face,
invocation of your end of days.

I forgot the laws of mercy,
I'll show you none.
Say sorry and the pain
will soon be gone.

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

In this sterile
landscape of tiles of white
I'll teach you the meaning of pure
and unrelenting spite.

4. Katana (Awakening The Lunacy)

Day of confirmation
or day of opposition to be precise.
Smiling faces in excess and spirits high
you can see it in their eyes!

Tales of old and tales of new,
all of what was and what's to happen then.
An artifact presented to start up the madness,
awakening the ancient bloodlust again.

Katana...

Awakening the lunacy,
opening Pandora's box.
Awakening the lunacy,
creation of a monster has begun.

Entering a sudden trance,
a gruesome, gruesome fantasy.
Providence of destruction of Gods,
and monsters and horrors to be.

Swatting at mosquitoes,
indifferent to the creeping evening cold.
The enchantment of the tale
mesmerizing the boy, swallowing him whole.

Katana...

Awakening the lunacy,
opening Pandora's box.
Awakening the lunacy,
creation of a monster has begun.

5. The Farmer's Tale (Part 1: The Aftermath Of Indifference)

-Sweden, somewhere around Jönköping.

A pig farmer tells me a horrific tale of the
brutal assault and rape of his daughter-

One father, one daughter,
both left alone here on earth.
One man with rage in his eyes
takes the job for what it's worth.

No words said,
see the indifference?
Ground blood red,
no chance of self-defense.

She was fragile, she was pure
to the point of eminence.
This monster took all the beauty from her,
the reason for my decadence.

No words said,
see the indifference?
Ground blood red,
no chance of self-defense.

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.

I will search and I will find,
I will kill this pathetic man.
To the hungry pigs he'll be served,
terrible feast, perfect plan.

Feed the pigs,
feel the deliverance.
Bones to twigs,
this is indifference!

The beasts will feast, devour all,
only his screams will remain.
This sight will haunt you forever,
a nightmare no one can explain.

Feed the pigs,
feel the deliverance.
Bones to twigs,
this is indifference!

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.

You know this is for you, right?
This is my revenge!

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.

6. The Devil In Lisbon

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7. Growth

Growth...

Two times twelve is twenty-four,
add the offspring then.
Twelve times seven is eighty-four,
add the offspring then.

Thirty pairs times
five amount of twice
of seven score ten,
oh really then?

Overpopulating our only home.
All together multiplying,
completely blind.

Breeding ourselves
into this living Hell,
and no one dares to
speak their minds.

Famine, destruction,
conflicts, all-out war.
Consequences of an
everlasting growth of man.

Elimination of other
species on our behalf,
and no one dares to speak
while they can.

No one dares...
No one dares to speak.
Growth...

Human saturation,
overpopulation.
Destruction within!

Into oblivion,
obliteration.
Why can't reasoning win?

Keep on producing offspring,
they better not eat too much.
Keep on sowing more fields with crops,
they better not use too much water.

Why don't you expand the cattle breeding,
they better tighten their bowels.
But another plastic bottle of water,
only twice the price of gasoline.

Growth...

It is incredible how
we're condemning ourselves
to become extinct through
sheer polluting volume.

Critical mass will arrive
before we know of it,
and no one dares to speak
while they consume.

No one dares...
No one dares to speak.
No one dares to speak
while they consume.

Human saturation,
overpopulation.
Destruction within!

Into oblivion,
obliteration.
Why can't reasoning win?

8. Humiliation Supreme

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9. Nothing Lasts Forever

Once upon a time
you were gonna live forever,
but that was another fairytale, Dad.

You warned me...
Oh, how you warned me...
But how can you ever warn a person
against something like that?

And I keep pretending
that it's all ok.
I'm OK now!

But we all know
it's a lie, Dad.

I prepared!
Oh, how I prepared!
But how can you prepare
to see your own father die?

I remember when you explained
how the water rose on the beach,
explaining things to that
innocent brain.

It seemed to me there was
nowhere you couldn't reach,
but this is now and with
"the now" comes the pain.

Fading smile,
disappearing smile.
Why do life wither
and fade away?

Fading smile,
disappearing smile.
Daddy, I'm your little boy,
and always will be.

All I have left is this
cold stone to touch.
I've got to remember that
you're not here anymore.

That nothing will ever be
like it used to be before.
I feel your spirit floating
here all around.

Fading smile,
disappearing smile.
Why do life wither
and fade away?

Fading smile,
disappearing smile.
Daddy, I'm your little boy,
and always will be.

I'm ok now, Dad.

10. Katana (Opium)

Awakening from the dampness
that covers the land.
Moist to the brink of madness,
intolerable heat.

The young commander
rises from his bed,
and stumbles to his
faltering, stinking feet.

Stirring up the dust
of the dried out road.
Soldiers on the verge
of collapsing, lungs on fire.

Order must be
immediately restored,
for the queen, the king,
and the empire.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there mustn't be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there mustn't be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Bayonets on,
shoot to kill.
Ready, aim, fire!

Faces ripped apart
in a carnage so vast.
A vile reel of molested
human remains.

The chinese, poisoned
by opium, creating a
slaughterhouse of human build
that explains...

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there mustn't be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there mustn't be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

11. Through The Eyes Of The Killer (Revival Of The Muse That Is Violence)

Grotesquely intense
to kill without conscience.
So intense, it doesn't make any sense!

So out of this world
to butcher you without conscience.
So intense to see that your life ends!

Now watch me take
an eye for an eye
Tell the world you
knew goodbye.

Nightmares falling apart,
nightmares obliterating.
Nightmares vanishing,
to kill you is my muse.

It solidifies in my brain,
grabbing a hold of me.
So intense, awakening my urge
to kill, to tower over you!

Isn't this the ultimate
kind of domination?
So intense to accept insanity!

I'll beat your head to a pulp,
that's vendetta for you.
Tearing you apart, piece by piece,
chasing the nightmares away.

To crush your bones to dust
is my way of self-redemption.
I kill to live to kill,
to chase my nightmares away.

Nightmares falling apart,
nightmares obliterating.
Nightmares vanishing,
to kill you is my muse.

12. The Farmer's Tale (Part 2: Annihilation At The Graves)

-Sweden, somewhere around Jönköping.

Misery loves company and hope turns into
annihilation of an entire family-

Hope turned to dust
in the blink of eye.
Women and children
screaming in a horrid cry.

Fleeing from the sight,
the view of the graveyards.
I'll scare you with my tale
as my horror story starts.

Every day I see my mother
crying for her sons.
Every day I hear her voice
crying for her loss.

Remembering my father's face
in anger and despair.
Cursing at the sky above,
collapsing in a stare!

I've experienced too much horror,
a family's ending by the man-made caves.
Everyone I loved so dear
were annihilated at the graves.

I've experienced too much death
caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves.
Everyone I loved so painfully
were annihilated at the graves.

To the burial ground
we go in the misty night.
I cling to my father's hands
among the flickering light.

Spiders crawl upon the dead,
a thousand graves unfold.
Ravaged bodies all around
beneath the dirt and mould.

Every day I see my mother
crying for her sons.
Every day I hear her voice
crying for her loss.

Coming from the fields of death
she hears a massive blow,
as the dynamite explodes
in the giant graves below!

I've stared into the reaper's eyes
heard his endless laughs and cries.
Felt the stream of tragedy,
lost my sense of sanity.

I've experienced too much horror,
a family's ending by the man-made caves.
Everyone I loved so dear
were annihilated at the graves.

I've experienced too much death
caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves.
Everyone I loved so painfully
were annihilated at the graves.