1. Towards The Temples Of Kandharh (Intro) / Fall Of The Iconoclast

In times of current decay and slander
History repeats again
We've watched the balance distorted
And another struggle began
The chapters of chaos have opened
For those who are able to see
All that was buried underneath
The graveyards of the century

Assassins pray salvation
Hell released by man
They lead into mass genocide
Revenge for all dead children
Flowers of the doomed Messiah
Have poisoned their holy kingdom
Ancient predictions have turned
Into a rotten form of wisdom

Hope, respect, and innocence
Dedicated to the flame
Resistance, hate, and anger
The servants of nocturnal reign
No remorse shall be
The judgement of tomorrow
Inquisitors of the holy war
Emerge without any sorrow

Bathed in blood and cruelty
They rape the sacred domain
The flag of hate has now become
The shroud of the insane
Terminate the ignorant
Live for pure damnation
A last request of those who died
On the altars of the buried nations

Assassins pray salvation
Hell released by man
They lead into mass genocide
Revenge for all dead children
Flowers of the doomed Messiah
Have poisoned their holy kingdom
Ancient predictions have turned
Into a rotten form of wisdom

The fall of the iconoclast

2. Necrophobia

Have you ever been so scared
That you nearly couldn't breathe anymore?
The fear of the unknown
And also of what's sure to come

Necrophobia – the ultimate paradox
Death gives meaning to all living creatures
Necrophobia – life's questions unanswered
Death's the ultimate reason to exist

The shivering of the body
Reaches unbearable dimensions
You freeze, and at the same time
You're burning up inside

The black hole seems like a fever dream
Unable to recognize the most certain things
I fear the reaper coming nearer and nearer
But I invited him myself for dubious reasons

When you cannot sleep
The mind begins its' tyranny
In the end, the fear makes you think
About taking your own life

3. Masters Of Fatalism

They like to play with fire
In a stream of gasoline
They like to cut themselves
And drown in their own blood
Nothing's sacred to those disgusting leeches
They laugh, as we all sink down in agony

Bow down before the masters of fatalism
If the thumb goes down, it's up to them
They rule our destiny, so be aware
Their insane laughter makes me freeze
In the last days of the sun

They could be called by many names
And some of them you know
I prefer "the masters of fatalism"
'Cause that is what they are
They're poisonous snakes with twisted tongues
They laugh, as we all sink down in misery

As time goes on, they reach the final stage
For them, it's perfection; for us, death and armageddon
So kiss all precious things good-bye, and don't ask why
They laugh, as we all sink down finally

4. Funeral Rites

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5. The Conqueror Worm

The quest for power led to unbelievable deeds
Politics and religion – the cruel force to rule
He rode through the country, without feelings and shame
And when one village was done, he left broken hearts and pain
To satisfy his lust with the young ones, was his aim
The conqueror worm – Matthew Hopkins, the name

Fear the witchfinder general
Torture was his game
Beware the witchfinder general
Terror and torment under God's name

Dark souls reigned in the old days, with blackened hearts
No place to hide, the mighty decided at will
He represented the hypocrisy, the lies, and the hate
The corrupt, wicked one decided people's fate
Starved, burned, and quartered behind iron gates
The poor ones in the dungeons, forgotten and raped

The quest for power led to unbelievable deeds
Politics and religion – the cruel force to rule
He rode through the country, without feelings and shame
And when one village was done, he left broken hearts and pain
To satisfy his lust with the young ones, was his aim
The conqueror worm – Matthew Hopkins, the name

Under God's name

6. Curse Of The Sabbath (Necronom's Evocation)

Winds introduce the slow nightfall
Dark vibrations, the nuclear dawn
Evoking up the dead as the ritual begins
Haunting fog escapes the ground

Horus returns from forgotten times
Apocalypse unleashed, dethrone mankind

Evening falls onto deep water
Toth-Amon rides the wings of Sabbath
The goddess of wars descends near
Apocalyptic dreams she whispers

Deadly clouds eclipse the sun
Necronom's alive, buried in the dark
Infernal storms upon the horizon
Lights are drowned, Lamashtu's near

The tempter walks on Earth again
A hellish crown made of bones
In carnage arises the burial season
With temples made of human flesh

7. Crush The Disbeliever

The origin of perversion lies deep within our doom
Unleashed in massive extinction
This Earth shall fall in gloom
The fate is self-destruction to release all agony
We hail the shores of Heaven with hellish insanity

Crush the disbeliever – tear the enemy down
Raise the infamous shroud – and wear the martyr's crown

Through bloodshed and oppression
Our hearts have turned to stone
Nothing ever remains of them
Their skeletons built our thrones
The seed of chaos grows, a passage without return
Crusades end in fire, the sinner will never learn

Nothing's more to drown, we raise the sword at last
Their temples left behind, like relics of the past
One day they'll understand the eternal strength, and then
Illuminated by the words of God, we'll raise the sword again

8. The Grave Hill

Mysteries surround the forsaken and doomed grave hill
They say it's the place where you meet all of your fears
Where the dead cannot rest in peace
And the wicked ones appear

The earth will open soon
The hunt for flesh under a full moon
They are the children of the night
So there will be no place left to hide

People have vanished there without any trace
The place where it's always cold
And fog hangs in the air
The true secret will never be released
By the rulers of the dark

The grave hill – punishment for their sins
It will never let you sleep at ease
The grave hill – the tortures of the past
The earth on this hill is cursed eternally

You will not be able to see clear in the darkness
The summoning of all your nightmares is here
The blood of the innocent runs
Through the veins of the ground

9. Inmates Of Fire

The last days of mankind have arrived
All the prophecies of doom are true
Damnation is coming for me and you

Insane destruction – the human race has fallen
Ignorant and weak – and now you're crawling
The living dead start to march

As thunders roar through the dead of night
In the shadows of twilight, you're trying to hide
The sword of Mars will cut you into half

Look into the face of death; it's finally here
The graveyards come alive with unforgiven souls
The good and the bad will become inmates of the fire

The living dead start to march

10. Infernal Tempest

The final battle is over; the earth has been burnt down
No more beauty left; what remains is dark ground
Smoke is still in the air; poison is the atmosphere
Ten billion dead; no one to tell the tale

The earth no longer breathes life
Nothing left to sacrifice
We scorched our planet to the core

Centuries of terror ended during that disastrous night
Bombs of death were falling from the sky
The last ones to die were hiding underground
Death caught them, though they believed they would survive

Wastelands of doom are all that is left
The howling winds carry the message of death
Terror ruled their malicious hearts
Now everything is torn apart
Every form of life exterminated
Now the earth is totally eradicated

11. The Claw Of Religion

Since the beginning of time
A weapon was built and protected
To keep the balance in line
To guard the "forces of the light"
Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell?

The claw of religion
No one will escape
The warriors of the cross

Through the different eras
The sword was sharpened to kill
It cuts all the disbelievers
Leaving only the serpents alive
Never was an instrument of power so distinct and evil

Can you feel their hate and hostility?
For their will, thousands march into battle
The cross that they try to defend so much
Will one day only be seen at graveyards

Since the beginning of time
A weapon was built and protected
To keep the balance in line
To guard the "forces of the light"
Do you hear the cries of all the ones that fell?

12. Dawn Of The Cadaver Ghoul

He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind
The stench of decay fills the fiery air

Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
Only the dead satisfy his soul

He likes the sight of all those broken bodies
Decapitated corpses are lying all around
What's disgusting to us, he finds of beauty
The absolute horror is represented through him

Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
Wicked, awful creature just waiting for you

The wars fought by mankind supply his eerie needs
He's the king of predators, the instinct of evil
The legend passed on by the children that he went insane
The perfect mirror for the wrong that is done in this world

No one sees the demon when his work is complete
Is he just a ghost of all wild stories that are told?
Or will he come back when more blood is shed?
And will the fear never ever go away from here?

He feeds on the ones that died in the battle
When the sunlight sets, he creeps out of his cave
The smell of rotten flesh excites his insane mind
The stench of decay fills the fiery air

Dawn of the cadaver ghoul
Only the dead satisfy his soul

13. Fear The Reaper (Cold And Dying World – Part 2)

Horror reaches out to grab our vicious souls
We will sink down in that eternal hole
In death, mankind is finally equal
No more bargains and cheap deceptions
Do you see the blood on our masters' hands?
Too late to wash it off, hear the cries of the damned

I told you, it's time to fear the reaper
Apocalypse is here to crush the non-believers
Hold your breath and fear the reaper
No more gods or servants, and no more leaders

Decaying bodies fill the capitols, where blood runs red
The holy men, they try to find refuge
Turmoils shatter every place that once looked safe
Nowhere to hide for the snakes of double tongues
Destruction, collapse, epidemics, and doom
This is worse than any old transcription

Run, you fool, in the hope for shelter
What you'll get is certain death
You pathetic, miserable, weak disciple
Sure to drown in anguish and wrath
Ashes to ashes, and dirt to dirt
Welcome the rise of the archangels