1. Ominously Reigning Upon The Intangible

Pray For The Ominous
Commanding over the centuries
Ominously reigning
Shapeless, Merciless and Eternal
In breath fettered his majesty
His flesh is your fear
His eyes are your sins
Advent began
He steps, scattering ashes
Advent began
In flocks astray vortices
Devouring the forsaken souls
Pray for the ominous
Pray for the ominous
Bow to the altar of nothingness
Pray for the ashes of sacred eternity
You have no place even among the rotting bodies
The worst of you was crucified

2. Deconsecrating The Almighty

The fall of Arestikiph has marked the birth of the new Epoch
The one that will consign to oblivion
The names of formerly great empires
The empires that had sewn the wind
And had reaped the storm of the ten plagues
Oh, you!
Blind people who need hope,
Who cherish the vanity of life allured
By dreams of the god's kingdom
Hear the voice amidst the metaphysical endless edges
Behold the sacral image
Of the judge of all kings and conclaves
For it appeared as the ward of forthcoming
Dispersing the godly light of subservient illusions
To turn the meridian of deceitful sermons into ashes
Let his gaze set the horizons
Of confessions and doctrines on fire
May he doom the pathetic
To cry over disappeared veil on their eyes
Reveal yourself, the reaper of the vicious!
Reveal yourself through the deformation
Of structure that determines the wrath.
Spraying with the crimson surf
The foundation of reality
May your will destroy the borders of dogmas
May the greedy grumble,
May the stones cry out
And may the roots of the septenary tree shudder
For this is how the aeon of Pisces
Transforms into the vale of woe

3. There Is No Salvation In Divine Eyes

A deity or wrath of abyss
Has come from other worlds in here
More powerful than any known disaster
It petrifies the life and sanctities
Leaving only hollowness behind

The world went down at once embraced by chaos
It chokes like buried in the ocean
And the enthroned invoke against the doom
Unable to compare their faith to visitation
But blindly clasping hands
They praise the names of their gods
But stay restrained
Behold the chaos – your new messiah
The storm that you have witnessed
Won't hear your eulogies and prayers
Won't smell the stench of sacred lies
The rivers of the dead deluge the lands
And heavens gulping lava from the craters
As if it were wine in Holy Grail
Burning out the faces of the gods
The abyss swallows voices
That were begging for salvation
Who was your God?
Your idol were so weak
That even if a mob were able to approach him
They wouldn't see salvation in his eyes
Who was your God?

4. Dimensions Of Hatred

Slashing apart the edges of worlds
That sink in the oceans of feeble lives
Soothing the prayers
And groans of fatal incapacity of the human waste
The blackest side of the universal dualism
Brings its eternal wrath
Upon the walls of Abraham's abyss of self-realization
Tasting the pain and reaping the fear.
Through the prism of primal sacred ceremonies
It sends the disciples of death
To harvest rotting souls of apostles
Emptying the altars in order to fill them again
Raising to the heavens of burning holiness
And to the throne of divines' stigmatization,
Finding the keys to divulge
The immaterialization of Tetragrammaton
Threading under the shadow of war
The sphere of absolute evil
Inflames the scripts of Old Testament,
It sinks the teeth into the flesh of eternal
Intangible unboundedness, Ayn-Sof by name.
Through the tragedies of all-absorbing centre of darkness
It refracts the ray that emerge from the remnants of archangels

5. Amongst The Burning Souls

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6. Through The Worlds Of Chaos Concetration

Subverted by his God,
Burnt by wrath of the seven bowls of Apacolypse,
Saint Salathiel opens his eyes wide before the oblivion,
He whirls like mental winds
And sweeps through the twilights of servile blindness
To meet the inevitable death
In the hearth of perpetual fire.
Tortured by awareness of vanity
And myriads of bewilderment,
Who once was great and sinless,
Betrayed by the Creator and his brothers now.
He used to reap laurels in rays of glory
Amidst the heavenly host an epoch ago,
And now he is just a dust puring down
To the Kingdom of Mastemah.
He lost his faith in the glow of agony
And suffers torments of smouldered ideas
And tumbling truth.
Tearing the bloody clouds of hesitation he dared
To doubt the Creator.
He saw the lucre
And cruelty of his false compassion and feigned mercy.
Obtaining wisdom inflicted ostracism upon him.
He is doomed to stray between the worlds of sephiroth
To accomplish his Great mission,
Questioning in the oblivion – Whom will He spare?
Melting through the debris of faded empires
And dripping to the throne of Sovereign
Who rules upon the ashes of morality.

7. Immortally Dethroned

Sick with the delusion of grandeur
Obsessed by the lust for power
Requittal comes
Flesh. Power. Dominion
Flesh.
But you are dead!
Power.
You are no one!
Dominion
You are banished
The sinful son
Thrown down, dethroned, deathless and enslaved
Your turn to serve, for you are nothing
You thought your reign will last forever
For aeons you will carry chains
Immortally

8. Progression Of Suffering

Forgetful he is like a newborn
Among the soulless wasteland
Illuminated by crimson glow
The cursed land amid the spikes of mountains
That lures with tears of thousands,
That tempts with billion moans!
And driven by the only miserable wish
The mindless fool runs to it
His thirst desiring to slake
The gates appear in his sight invitingly open!
That place awaits!
As groan that sounds like melting soul
Has reached his ear
The terror turned him back
But the wind that once was fair
Tore off his skin and cut his eyes with sand
There he knew that there was no return
So he entered the gates and trod on the ground
There was no soil under his feet but human flesh
There were no trees but piles of dead
Where souls are perennially wither
And shadows are devouring their guts
The vagrant burst out running
And fear led him to the bank
He yelled "this is salvation!"
He fell to knees and drank
But fiery the river were
He sprayed his throat with flames
The thirst that was can't be compared
To that which him awaits

9. Paralyzing The Light

A kinless slave called
Upon the high priest –
When the smell of
Smoke will reach your skies,
When will you see how
Your sons and servants' deeds
Erase millions of souls
Paralyzing life and light with venom.
Where was your rightness, the Creator –
In the beginning or in the end?
Your unequalled paradise
Became ridiculous,
Like your laughter
Has become obscure!