1. Betrayal Incarnate

Strangle the king
and the slaves will vanish,
stabbing wildly
until man is no more.
Strangle the king
Wield the blade until no breath is heard.
Crushing the duality of life,
trampling all creation's spawn.
In every aspect eradication throned,
each corner cleansed with fire.
In the midst of tombs and branches dead,
beneath the weeping heaven's cries,
turning to behold what birth denied
and piss in the ashes of aeons man roamed.
...of aeons man roamed.
Strangle the king
and his herd will starve,
let them find their end
on impotent ground.
Strangle the king
and his herd will starve.
Their bones adorn our victory.
...our victory.
May my words be famine, suffering and fright.
May curses follow steps I take.
In the heart of all I craft,
the pulse is born so far beyond their pallid dream.
Twisting the bones in impossible ways,
leaving scars beneath the scars...
Strangle the king
and his kingdom 'll fall,
turn to nothing
their shelters built of sand.
Strangle the king
and his kingdom 'll fall.
All their efforts do succumb to naught.
Let me be the flame that swallows worlds,
as their bane I stand.
May my works be plagues, woes and blight.
Born opposer of all you hold so dear.
May curses follow each step that I may take.

2. The Cremating Fire

Tonight no voice will sound,
each tongue struck by fear.
Every sense entwined in panic.
Carving endings into flesh.
Knowledge of the striking blade...
Knowledge of the storm to come...
In a cloud of smoke the final chapter is written
with blood on the last page of a mistake.
Civilizations fall like branches
towards an everburning soil,
kissed by flames of judgment.
Tonight new wounds are born
in the planet's body.
Now that your body has rejected
the light of life's weak sun,
the whips of punishment
shall carve an ending into flesh.
Where could they possibly hide
when the earth itself implodes?
Each direction its own pyre,
we feed the towering flames.
...feed the fire.
Into the void we sink
in a blaze of destruction
as their civilizations fall like branches.
Nothing left to do
but look the Beast in the eye...

3. Madness Redeemer

Rippling the tranquil waters of the order,
a single drop of blood to disturb their sleep.
Render your praise to all of disorder,
may eternity channel the deathlike trumpet's tune.
Heralds of madness and misfortune sweeping forth,
embedded deep within the essence of man.
With delight eating dawn and dusk alike
and twisting every throat with eager.
Madness redeemer,
sovereign of all that shall shake our very core.
Madness redeemer,
quintessence of the pulse that brought this mind to action.
Supreme beneath the waters that still dwell in peace –
Madness redeemer!
The past is mere a glimpse of disasters to come,
swept in Harmageddon with sword held up high.
Opening the eyelids to behold a prey in waiting,
to gaze upon a fire, so weakened and about to fade out.
Precise in the mind, abominate tempter,
ascension of a star not spawned by the heavens.
Essence of the shadowside, born as boundless might.
Great Messiah, hidden deep beyond each corner that is known,
cast aside by all creation and risen through the sin of man.
Sovereign of all that shall shake our very core.
Madness redeemer,
quintessence of the pulse that guides these hands to action.
Supreme beneath the waters that still dwell in peace –
Madness redeemer!
Madness redeemer – my soul is with you...

4. Yearn To Burn

Swept in madness, born through the dark.
Lodestar draped in many-armed damnation.
Eternal, lifeless, determined and profane,
coil of loss, the broken link in the chain of life.
Let the rivers cross and let them wildly flow.
Tearing the barrier of hope.
Breaking the barrier of life.
Sterile and black without sign of guilt,
quenching the thirst of the nightside spawn.
Rotten curse of life,
whose light is but a piss
in the measureless ocean
of Death's firm grip.
See the rivers rush through the orifices of the world.
Embraced by the liquid, drown thy self.
A sacrifice without a gain –
to burn... for the fire... alone!
Razor key, show thyself! Nightside, my tempting whore,
expose for us, but feeble men, the truths thou bear within!
Let the rivers cross and let them wildly flow.
Carrying the seed of the sharpest blade.
Tempter and perfection, highest of the high.
See the rivers rush through the orifices of the world,
Yearning the liquid, to drown the self.
A sacrifice without a gain –
I burn... for the fire... alone!

5. Eulogy (Poisoned, Ill And Wounded)

Woe –
my bride, whose side I'll never leave.
I gladly kiss her feet in adoration.
From her livid lips cries a deceitful hiss.
No love as gruesome, nor shame in our kiss.
...in our kiss.
The sliding edge against our throats
whose glare we'll never see.
Her labor is the terror
no man shall ever flee.
Poisoned, ill and wounded,
to her curse I'm drawn.
All I was – now gone.
Wounded, ill and injured,
through the dark fulfilled,
all I was – now killed.
Are there memories still flaring
within begotten nooks
of values worth upholding,
by human hand composed?
Come see their pillars falling,
and odious are the hooks
that render life with wounds unclosed.
Behold the deathlike triumph
as pain transposed.
Behold the deathlike triumph
unopposed!
Shivering in fever and fear.
The ghost of life no longer here...
Filling hearts with radiance
whose glare ignite the world
and through the empty veins
the fire glory once more swirled.
From soul to flesh it whirled!
Her will is all I'll ever be,
forever I'm drifting upon her storming sea.
Turning heaven's pride to dust
by a single strike.
Every beacon burned
and through each heart a hammered spike.
Ride across the fruitless skies
upon the steed of dearth.
Turn to grave both sight and dream,
as locusts pillage earth.
Poisoned, ill and wounded,
by the black enthralled.
through my mouth – our dirge.
Poisoned, ill and injured,
her every deed appalled,
yet with the night I'll merge.
Yearning lips of sweetest death,
a sharpened arrow to her bow.
Foulness in the purest shape,
highest peak and cruelest foe.
My gift to you is woe...

6. Season Of Rot

Diving from a wound into another,
as a birth into the next.
In your eyes I saw myself,
I saw an empty, barren place.
I saw pillaged grounds and deserts dead...
My pride and joy, growing
stronger by your resignation.
In your dejection I could find a value shining and truth.
Combining wounds and bleeding as one.
Reaching for nothing – always dying.
See the herd, fed from silver plates.
In their shade of sloth I chose to starve.
Starve with pride, in contempt.
Reaching upwards to pollute the heavens,
striking downwards to crack the earthly face.
Ascending, descending – the movement is constant.
Here are beasts – all unchained!
Erupting, corrupting. Their presence distinct,
for here are wolves – each far from tame!
Their hunger leading you forth,
as one with the night.
I deny the blood they carry and their laws alike.
Decomposing to create a distance –
to cut the strings of our common ground,
to bury my fist in their very soul.
Aiming to damage and harm,
the worse – the greater!
Know this – you are a burden and I am armed.
I'll burn your world!
Weary eyes behold their own demise,
parasites woven into the world's decree –
a fabric we must burn to be free.
Many are the wounds that prove their hunger.
Drowning dreams in reeking pools
of the blood of every nation
whose flags and uniforms are but memories.
Ascending, descending – the movement is constant.
Here are beasts – all unchained!
Erupting, corrupting. Their presence distinct,
for here are wolves – each far from tame!
See the herd, fed from silver plates.
In their shade of sloth I chose to starve.
Starve with pride, in contempt.
Blood and light as one, pain and passion,
rushing through all directions,
leaving man's creation black as tar.
Can't you see the borders crumble,
as we turn our backs on to the world
without regret nor remorse?
See the equinox in red and burning in brightest fire.
Behold – the very image of the very end
enlaced in dancing flames.
Let there be Death from here on!
Ignite with pride and succumb –
starve for the sake.

7. Treading The Path Of The Predator

Ascending on vermin wings,
crowned in locust halo.
Blending blood with venom,
devoted beyond belief.
Come, meet his gaze,
commanding thy self to rise
as a phoenix from the ashes
of a rotting host.
Commanding the final voyage
of the sinking ship.
I can clearly sense His presence,
a stench so rank and moist...
Come, relinquishment –
This soul is of you!
This blood is of you!
Come, most foul of gangrene –
our bones have flesh in mere wait.
Wicked, primeval darkness,
see my blood boil as
a thousand cauldrons –
Treading the path
of the predator.
Can no longer grind these teeth
as they yearn to bite.
No longer can a sharpened claw
stay out of battle.
This fever makes me nauseas,
must make use of this tool.
Perversion, aversion,
fire kin, the seed of sin!
The wine of Sodom flows tonight.
Death breeder, tomb feeder,
cursed not with veil of sight.
this mouth is of You!
This praise is Yours.
I smell your
sickness in my flesh...
Feed of my lunacy, my lust
and untainted awe;
for of Him I am not,
He who lights the stars
and washes the world with warmth,
but of grave I am – the many worms
within the lifeless flesh.
Treading the path
of the predator.
The blades are growing restless,
their thirst I'm born to quench.
His presence is so clear,
such an overwhelming stench...
Where there is flesh
thy breeze will sweep,
leaving empty vessels.
My Messiah is He
who crushes the head of man.
For of Him I'm not,
whose name is prosperity.
He, who is of growth
and turn the night to day –
I am of villain breed!
Come, relinquishment –
This soul is of You!
This blood is for You!
Come, most wretched famine –
such is what they deserve;
the puny, damaged flock
whose collective name is Human.
Treading the path
of the predator.
From the highest peak to the End!
from the deepest chasm to the End!
Command the final voyage
of their sinking ship.
From the highest peak to the End,
from the deepest chasm to the End.
Hail the peerless – hail the End!
Hail the nightside – hail the End!