1. Harvest

Entering the void– veal covered eyes
Ending a nightmare after the storm
Awake and conscious your memories
Run red– organs are replaced
Now the harvest ha succumb to deities
And sacrifices are inevitable
Burnt offerings remain a constant
The weak have delivered us
Below the sky they roam the netherworld
Wandering and hunting– lust for flesh
Above the sky they roam the astral plane
Hunting the flesh– lust for bone
After the silence we can hear the
Afterlife– delivered from the four winds
The weak have delivered us
Below the sky becomes the netherworld
Remembering deliverance
Harvest

2. Throne Of Reign

A forsaken wind blows to the north
Remembering a time when blood runs
Upon this throne of reign
Behold for my legacy is forever
ruling with iron– a democracy lifted
For word is stone and all who oppose
Will see eternal sleep
Throne of reign– as the ancients rise
The trees tell of whats the come
Impaled souls rise only to be damned
An offspring born to rule as
The chosen– we teach the break
We teach to lie and by the passing
Of solstice winter comes late
And the sun takes a bleak
Color for none shall be born free
As the ancients rise– throne of reign

3. Below The Root

The endless miles of tunnels break
Directions– paranoia sets as no light escapes
Total darkness– your breath one of the only sounds
Through these walls of stench record sorrow
And the passages lined with bones
Walls of glyphs seem to stare through black
Sometimes faint screams can be heard
I wonder how long since their death
Below the root
Now living with no light– voice of
The dead become far clearer
My hands trying to guide but only the
Damp messages imprinted to stone I feel
Water remembers
Below the root
How must I travel through darkness
Until depression takes my mind
Knowing I will never see light again
I trust the other side as we
Have become one and together
We conquer
Below the root

4. Relics Past

In the waves lye voices of
Yesterday answering questions from past
Lives– lost is the communication
Only time stops from decayed visions
Hearing the questions of the living
Energy must not die only
Transfers to another after
Separations– they break barriers
Of sound and deception
Now we must listen between the
Static as the answers to all
Given in confidence why must
We seek this place of black
Dwelling in-between frequencies
Of the other side and a rush
From the presence roars
Cries can only be heard
In this space from relics past

5. Alone – Spirits Of The Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone-
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness– for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before three, are again
In death around three– and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night– the clear-shall frown-
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like hope to mortals given-
But their red-orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish-
Now are visions ne'er to vanish-
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more– like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze– the breath of God– is still
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy– shadowy– yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token-
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!-

6. Above Atmosphere

Dwelling in the path with no air
Reaching above the sky
Stars collapse and a hole
Is formed where the light escapes
Entering this new dimension
Where spirits roam and battle
For who rules this space
Of chaos– enter the reign
Above atmosphere
The hourglass define a spectrum
But strangely no color exists
Creating your own propulsion
Running from minions of dark
Awaken from slumber but still
Falling into nightmares I realize
This sleep is forever
Residual hauntings often repeat history
Above atmosphere

7. Bavarian Illuminati

Leaders of power gather around fire
Planning a demise of our blood
Poising the food supply as
The depopulation commence
Minimize your volatility
Maximize your gain
Our meetings in the woods
Must end with sacrifices
To the seeing eye for our
Reign is coming sooner than later
Enter our new rituals of blasphemy
Vast disagreements will end with pain
Now back at this alter
With power all as hostility sets
In the masoney– peace not
To be believed and darkness
Has befallen on us all
Now and ever

8. Preparing For Blood

A line is formed preparing for blood
Battle cries can be heard over mountains
Formations incoming following the storm
We call upon krum for his steel
The dogs run first over the hills
Through winds come spirits of past
No losses for the weary
The chain-mail starts to wear heavy
How we must rule over this land
Our ruler will sacrifice to the Gods
Strength and honor as the dismembering begins
From the north we harness energy
We stack the bodies in ritualistic manners
As warning to those who come late
Strength and honor– from the north we reign

9. Members

She had to die
There will be more
Bates had to die
There will be more
I like killing people
Because it is so much fun
Wild game in the forest
Because man is the most
Dangerous animal of all
To kill something gives me
The most thrilling experience
It is even better than getting
Your rocks off with a girl the
Best part of it is that when I die
I will be reborn in Paradise and
They have killed will become
My slaves I will not give you
My name because you will try to
Slow down or atop my collection
Of slaves for my afterlife