1. In Aching Agony

This is the necessary interlude you strive not lo see
The enlightened step with no more mercy
The needed revelation for the new age to be

Give me one piece of your soul
And you'll join our great circle
Give us a little piece of a great big soul
And you'll join the universal spirit

As the long-awaited flood is brewing
The collapse of your cocoon has begun
Coz man is aching lo create beyond the single need
Mail is aching to defy die universal law
And while the rain shall hit
Man is still in dire need...

In aching agony you shall
Bury your rites and bury your creeds
In aching agony you shall
Bury your rites and bury your fears

How many ears will you need till you hear
Their desperate cries and feel their dreadful sighs?
How many feet will you need till you cross
The open sea you strive not to see?

In aching agony you shall
Bury your rites and bury your creeds
In aching agony you shall
Bury your rites and bun your fears

2. Killing My Eyes

They tried to kill my eyes
But they will get fire and bum

Only the ashes of your world
Shall remain for ever sterile
For the dead will make sure
That nothing grows again.

Make me blind and I swear
I will burn your world down
And if I shall perish on fire
I would rise as Phoenix

As the Phoenix just flies
To burn you at the stake
Endlessly

Killing, Killing. Kill my eyes

And as the dead shall rise
To walk on your ashes
They shall trample your remains
And the memories I have of you
Shall vanish.

Make me blind and I swear
I will burn your world down
And if I shall perish on fire
I would rise as Phoenix

And as the dead shall rise
To walk on your ashes
My soul shall be purified from that typical folly

As heaven is on my side
As my faith is boundless
Light shall pierce my eyes again
And my tears shall clean the pain

Make me blind and swear
I will burn your world down
And if I shall perish on fire
I would rise as Phoenix-

3. One Ear To The Earth, One Eye On Heaven

The land of no return
It's quiet here
No life forms
And no balls get through
Communication runs cold

We were only concepts
We were only dreams

One ear to the earth
One eye on heaven
Will the stars grow between us
Until we finally disappear?

One ear to the earth
One eye on heaven
We are strange mirrors
When we fall off the map

Where are the ships on these sea-less maps?
Who will cross the bone-drift
Moonless night?

Refracting into a thousand colours
For the light to con-tune at and divide

Blinking out like a lost lighthouse
Somewhere in forgotten zones

Grant us oh oracle
Of the grave-ward eye
One glimpse through
The veiled temple of light

Sulphur grief priests
Drip down from the lashes
Bell-metal chimes
The toll of death marches

The toll of death inarches...

The land of no return
It's quiet here
No life forms
And no calls get through
Communication runs cold

Out there we are truly nameless
Out there we're null and void
Out in the open we are everywhere
Scattered strangers waiting for something to occur
For the emptiness to consume us...
Will the end be ever near?

I beg the truth but fear to ask
My pursed lips move but are incapable of speech
Repeating ghosts on endless tides
Can only salute in gestures and smiles
My finger joints all cramped with earth
Rise in the dark masked murderers all
I born of flesh an unforgiven corpse
Of unwanted dreams washed downshore

I beg the truth but fear to ask
My pursed lips move but are incapable of speech
Repealing ghosts on endless tides
Can only salute in gestures and smiles

4. Howling Prayers (Act I)

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5. He Whose Heart Is Heavy With Sin

Calved from crumbling walls
Painted black with leathers of hope
Gold leaves strangling the neck
You snatch the souls from the jaws of death

As the sound of your shaking breath
Slowly quivers down the backbone
Dark bird shadows nourished by your own
People s fears solemnly rise in the distance

Corpses to the jackles buried in the until
Rotting black colours of decaying limbs
Corpses to the jackles lowered in the dust
Rotting stench seeping into the nostrils

He whose heart is heavy with sin
Feeding on Corpses
He whose heart is heavy with sin
Shall be ripped to pieces

Yon weigh the scales for the dead
In desperate search for eternity
Scavengers or guardians is of hope?
I low (actually) pure is your heart?

6. Ten Barrels (A Scourge For The World, A Plague For His Soul)

He was there, on the border of his mind.
On the depths of despair

I fowling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve
He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul

He was there, thinking back on his glory days
When his blood was fresh
When his bones were unscathed

Howling there is no remorse, no atonement to achieve,
He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul.

Fingers on the head like as many barrels
Brooding over and over, on the border of his life
There is no way to escape from the past

Life has gone by in a remaining jumble
Of disgusting deeds and memories
Yearning to be free...

Il esl allé dans les bas-fonds de son âme
Et en fût marqué à jamais
Trainant la croix de ses méfaits
S’alourdissant de la mélasse amassée
Howling there is no remorse no atonement to achieve
He was a scourge for the world and a plague for his soul

Worms eating him ate like as manv blasphems
As many treasons
Abstaining from the Holy Retreat
As an ultimate act of rebellion!

7. Scars Born From Bleeding Stars

Decaying hawk howling in the nest
Surrounded by bramble stems
Thorns slashing like tongues made of glass
Feeling the smell of the approaching sun
Will your grand feathers for ever remain

Spectres rising from underneath
Mirrored in the watery air
Out of the burning manorhouses
They spread like venereal disease

Maninals caught in the nest of thorns
Universal abandon self-slaughter
In the nest of despair your domain's soul
Is no longer yours and never will be
Shattered dreams blessed yearnings
Scars born from bleeding stars

Rhythms of doom reptiles in gloom
Baptized in holy sewage
Spread like venereal disease

Shattered dreams blessed yearnings
Scars born from bleeding stars

8. Howling Prayers (Act II)

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9. Mort-Luisant

Hiding in the shade like wolves
Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage
Eyes gleaming with hatred, insanity rising.
And that feeling of revenge, electrifying down my spine

Stillborn voice saturating my ear
Disturbing is their stench, their presence
How to contain this rage when willing to fight?
Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire
That thing growing and growing
Penetrating my brain

J’ai l'essence du mal,, boiiillanl dans les veines
Laissant la bête pénétrer mon cerveau
Un goût de sang imprégnant mon haleine
Je deviens l'animal qui sera le fléau.

Alors la lame embrasse mes flancs
Que la douleur devienne rituelle!
Je me découpe, je rue transperce je sers les dents
Ma haine prend tout son sens, je lacère de plus bel.

Nous avons l'essence du mal, bouillant dans nos veines
L'esprit de la meute nous amène à la chasse traque
Une douleur rituelle, le goût du sang dans noire haleine
Les Crocs serrés par la rage la Meute est notre pacte.
Hiding in the shade like wolves
Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage
And that feeling of revenge electrifying down mv spine

How to contain this rage when willing to fight?
Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire

Prends le feu que je rois dans tes yeux à quel point ils sont mort-luisants de haine!
Allume l’essence du mal; nous chasserons à deux
Sens sommes les loups la rage et nous immolons l'Eden

10. Dicing With Death

Recollections of dicey territories
Where I dreamed myself away
I was only my consciousness and nothing else
And in the mind of I lie sun I hey were all dicing
With death

With pain they howled ill the heart of the world
But screaming mv lungs
Out there was nothing to hear
In the mind of the sun there was nowhere
To hide and everything to fear
Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness
Far beyond they were all dancing
On the shiny solar beam
As the new age was glently looming

Earth cracks, human veins
Scattered roots, glued fingers
Slowly growing like creeping snakes
And far beyond, they were all dicing with death

Feet in the dust, hands in the ash
With prayers and hopes some tried to make sense
Of the unfathomable mystery
Releasing the raven to search for I he water land
They believed the future was here
Sucked out in the remaining sail
From Yam Suph no longer a water of hope

Wrapped by emptiness trapped in loneliness
Far beyond, they were all dancing
On the shiny solar beam
And far beyond, they were all dicing with death

Earth cracks, human veins
Scattered roots, glued fingers
Slowly growing like creeping snakes
And far beyond, they were all dicing with death

Et au cûeur de ce monde au loin ils liurfèitut
Un cri résonnant à travers cre sols déracinés
Croyant que l'autrui'étuit là avec leurs pères
Car ce monde se devait de subsister. .

A l'infini ils eurent dansé sur le souffle du soleil

Et croyant, que l'avenir était là avec leurs péres
Leurs prières trahissainent à présent les peurs
Celles qui se dessinaient d heure en heure
Celles du déracinement salutaire