1. DENOUNCED

The vulgar resentment I feel for you
And all you have put me through.
The pain you have caused cannot compare.
So called lord, why don't you care?
I denounce you
And all you stand for.
I despise your kingdom in heaven.
Life of lies.
I can't take any more.
Blasphemous rage fills my eyes.
This world of shit has been forced on me.
Nothing I do will set me free.
I break the ties that will cause me pain.
Your precious faith is all in vain.
Invert the rites and Catholic verse.
Bastardized religions now rehearsed.
Break the oath; curse the path.
Blind followers led to death.
Plague of His Creation . . . Blasphemy
Die Christ . . . Unbelief
I live to not believe.
But as I look around my world,
I know you must be true.
Killing and murdering without a sound.
Millions dead . . . burial ground.
All in praise of your name . . .
More dead bodies all because of you.
Judged and cursed by the laws you made.
Bleeding, dying slowly raped.
Existence based on a book of lies.
Heaven is Hell when we die.
If you truly do exist,
Then it only stands to reason,
That to you we're just a game.
A schizophrenic entity.
God and Satan are one in the same.
I deplore you
And laugh in your face.
The hypocrisy of belief.
Endless hate
Symbolize your ways.
Denounce you in blasphemy.
Father of worthlessness . . . The plague of His own Creation.
A schizophrenic entity . . . God and Satan are one in the Same.
Bitter hatred I cast on you
And all you have put me through.
The pain I now realize,
You'll still be there even when I die.


2. ART OF FISTING (LIVE)

Legs forced open
I can't control my excitement
Bound and gagged
Immobilized
My fetish is sickening
This is just the beginning
Crotch exposed before me
Ready to fulfill your dreams
Conscious and aware
This horror is real
A tool in assisting my art of fisting
Sin in skin
Flesh begets death
Naked on the floor
Salvation in a whore
My aim is true
Rammed right into you
How deep will I go
From fingertip to elbow
Master of my art, pray you're not torn apart
To see your legs contort and bend
The humility will never end
Bleeding profusely
Crying hysterically
Spirit now broken
A servant to my needs
The art of fisting
Reaching down deep inside I open my fingers wide
Inner walls rip and bleed now prepared to receive my seed
The art of fisting


3. THE APPROACHING (LIVE)

They're out there.
They're coming
Their arrival . . . approaching.
They're coming.
Judgment Day.
Our doom . . . impending.
One with Space
Forgotten Ones as ancient as time
Preparing to unleash destruction and evil on Mankind.
There is a force more evil,
More sinister than Hell.
Minions from the furthest reaches
Propelled from the deep blackness
In which they dwell.
Vomited forth,
A plagued creation
Spawned millennia ago.
Now they've returned to erase our existence
From the face of this dying world.
Ancient evil,
Shadowed in darkness
Has arrived at last
Mankind's reality now reversed.
Blood and bone.
Back to dirt.
The race for the end has now begun.
Joined in death by the rays of our dying sun.
The approaching is at hand . . .
We tried to make a stand.
To rise up and rebel against the invading forces.
A failed attempt to survive
For the Earth turned red with our blood.
There was no escaping chaos.
Hell hath reigned down from the sky.
With swift and cruel impiety,
The demons dominated freely.
New World order now instated
To bring evil back from slumber.
With technological advancements,
The creatures performed acts of cruelty
On their feeble human captives.
Vile sickening experimentation
Used to resurrect the soul of Satan.
From the deep and dark dimensions
They had returned with one intention.
This is the end of our civilization.
Slaughtered by our ancient creators.