1. Shores Of Agony

Chaos is sorely running across the diseased brain
like a fiery thunderbolt.

Escape from everything and everyone,
let it take myself away.
Disappear without an answer,
escape from everyone.

There is no fear when God is breathing down your face,
the wind is lashing my face and calling for tears.
I'm heading towards the shores of agony,
I'm the king of this moment and I don't allow
any doubts to rule (over me).

Nothing is more complex and easier at once,
all power is going away and the blackened mind
is not working anymore.

Everything has been arbitrated,
Rejoice in my name, that's the way you wanted to be.

2. The Right Path

Desire to get rid of those thoughts,
to shed symptoms of the sickness,
to straighten out this miserable life.

Some can handle and defeat it, they improve.
Some break and sell out, they decline.

I've sold out myself, so easy.
Don't you just see it? Don't you see how much I suffer?

Always trying to find the easiest solution,
not the right path but the easy and painless one.
Always compliant to do anything to find that path,
to sell my soul to the devil and immolate myself.

Choirs of angels and armies of demons were
keeping watch over my every thought, praying for their individual good.
A crucial moment of my life, the moment of immense magnitude.

3. Devious Omen

God forsake us for our extensive sins.
Though you're surrounded by omens and miracles,
in this abysmal time, you still don't believe.

Our highest mortal sin is that we don't believe,
but God-doesn't like decision-making,
he is asking for an unequivocal choice.
Faces defaced by fast and prayers,
betray in the last minute to save their souls,
while others are-deceased.

Martyred death wipes the mistakes
and vindicates the belief,
the one who carries on is dying alive.
Man burns alive, 'cause hell is already inside of us.
We just chose a wrong omen
and nobody will be saved,
but I better tilt my head down
instead of betray and redeem.

Thousands of painful births and bitter deaths
join in one single moment of mercy and release.

4. Personal Demon

Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face
They dressed you in precious robe and
Covered your pain with false majesty
Sheathed your heart with rails of lying light
And conformed your words to their weakness

They placed you against us
The murderer's faeces contain more divinity
Than your blessed altar

Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face
They dressed you in precious robe and
Covered your pain with majesty
They sheathed your heart with rails of lying light
And conformed your words to their weakness

They placed you against us
The wolf's howling groans in their prayers
The murderer's faeces contain more divinity
Than your blessed altar

5. Sins Of My Blood

Suns trembles and earth is howling in pain.
No mercy will be spread by this war.

The angel of death has beckoned to me while smiling,
All my sins will be inherited by my blood.
Those secret corridors in my heart are coming down,
and I only hear the roar of the crumbling stones.

Dazed by blood and larceny, the human spirit has coarsened,
So many young bodies, mutilated when dying
– bloody, muddy, trodden.
Insect swarms have already climbed
in their deaden open mouths.
Artillery roar is piercing your hearing
and the ground is shivering so hard,

A pure dread is coming from
every crack in the ground,
Ruthless, everlasting slaughter!
My heart is made of lead
and this lead is running through my veins.

6. Demonic Time

The heartless day without conscience
has just come, everything
has turned to shadow.

The rush is over,
a time lost its meaning long ago.
Believers break their worldly bonds
and turn into ecstasy.

It's pointless to build new walls
and hold the weapons.
Everything is senseless:
Life, Knowledge, Thoughts and Belief.

Everything bursts into flames, so mightily
And then it burns out.
Only unspeakable anxiety remains.

The time without end has just come.
The demonic time.

7. In This World

Being fed with feathers of dead birds
Dead wings are feeding me with desire to fly
I'm sick of earthness, I'm thinking of thoughts
Which faded away in my mind upon a time

I've got the right to feel myself how I feel
I'm falling asleep flying
In front of my eyes the faces are flashing
That didn't recognize me in this world

There's no space for injuries and doubts
If these are my last thoughts
When all is running faster and faster

Being fed with feathers of died birds
Their cold blood's forcing me to escape
I'm sick of all that isn't sacred
I'd dying flying shot by eternity

In front of my eyes the faces are flashing
That didn't mean anything to me in this world

8. Father Of The Lie

The teacher of mankind in the
service of god
With his head above all his angels

He's rising spiritual level
of human individuals
Through trials and temptation
Fascinated by the evil for his own pleasure
Revolted against god

There isn't space enough for both in heaven
Blindfold with himself, puffed up with his pride
Inescapably and by his own endeavours
Without delay banned out right to hell

Undying dreams about vengeance
He's scattering spiritual bane

9. Erased From The Earth

Shapeless masses of plebians, that's the price paid for the
rule of the "chosen ones",
that's the necessary conflict without which the humans wouldn't exist.
Violence produces even more violence, rising instead of declining.

They're blind, accepted all when being in their mental
insolence, foolishness or patriotic pride.
They let themselves to be thrown into the abyss, where they fell
into grief, misery and a guilty conscience.
Created of the same substance like we are, they were the same
average beings, average intelligence, average atrocity.

The transformation of the humans into
animals is on the best way.
Impaired feelings of weakness and fall.
The sentence was confirmed without a right to appeal, in silence,
The sentence was executed by erasing from the Earth.

Each of us has sunk in their closest, and lives instead of them.
We were surrounded by the sea of past and present pain.
Which level was going up and then almost flooded us?
It was pointless to close eyes or turn back, the sea was all around,
on all sides of the horizon.

We all are able to build a boundless juggernaut of pain,
and pain is the only power that originates from nothing.
No costs, no power needed,
it's just enough to be blind, deaf and dormant.