1. GIFT FOR VIOLENCE

Chilling screams escaping from the suffering vault
Materialized pain trapped in flesh sculptures
Pure glances of violence blind human preys
As Satan incarnates the worm eats their souls
Infamous guardians working for their hell
Psychologists fear us
They can't believe our visions
We hide our victims in our cellars
Unbearable offerings to the black lodge

Hunting hitch-hicker, I play my favourite game
I fell in love when I saw your innocence
Now facing my camcorder hardly binded you're crying
Beyond the strictest privacy
We are now closely linked for eternity

Under your spams I discover your true nature
Flesh ensemble full of heinous fluids
Your soul in an insult to the conception of divinity
Automatic scheme based on simplest reflex

I was given the gift for violence
In order to purify
Sacred blood leads me to the
Order divine

True orgasm through domination
For their dying eyes we are God

Thrashing our subject toys to sadism
Pure violence

Sadistic technic to kill
Violence addicted
Artistic technic to spill
The divine blood needed
I won't surrender to your beseeching eyes
Only makes me more crual
We will experiment a new form of art
Beyond all sensitive possibilities
I discover the highest sensibility
Purest act of violence
Intense way to transcendance

Satan and us
Will work on your hell
Application for a neverending pain


2. PRINCE OF CELLARS

Dark cellar hiding far from the sun
Wet cold wall crying for forgotten (revenge)
Axes facing me full of compassion
The black lodge calls

In the shadows
Me and the rats speak to the invoked
In the underground corridors
The heinous goat deals with me

The black lodge calls

Tormented I scream your name
Drunk, I tear my flesh again
Drowning me in another form of suicide

Knives are talking to me
They want to taste your skin
The Black Lodge wants me to kill

Inefficient attempt to keep me sane
Inner deamons feed my cellars with pain
The black lodge calls me murderer

Tonight I can't escape the order
Black lodge demands me to murder
The black lodge is the seat of my masters

I'm getting closer to the malevolant entities
I'm getting closer to Satan
In the breath of night, I truly feel alive
Hurting blades with me, let's go for seduction
You'll become my favourite necrobabe...


3. DEPRESSIVE WINDS

Time,
Precious thing escaping from my hands
Turns my dreams into sand...
Bitterness, mediocrity taste
I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I'm trapped in the path of my destiny

Shame,
Failure's stench torments me with pain
Agonising pride ends its reign
Bitterness, mediocrity taste
I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I'm trapped in circus of tragedy

Cold... I see the last sunbeam dying
Another frightening evening
Tonight I must avoid the blades
Never my sanity fades
There is so few alternatives
To my disappointement
Do you know what the relief it gives
To be sometimes extremely violent ?

No !
Let's have a drink before
Alcohol makes me clearer
And I have so much things to forget
I have, tonight, to research a young target

I must find a young young angel
To remember my innocence
Oh lovely little girl
It's not your day of chance
I must find a young young angel
To give my life a sens
Oh lovely little girl
Feel my malevolance
Oh no !!!!!!!
Tears of time

In her blood I wash my defeats
Purify
In her womb I search my spirit
Recognize
She listens to her future mates
Crying entombed in my garden
She's not the first one
Oh no, I didn't want to do that
I am sorry
I just need some compagny
I just wanna some love

End.
Teaches me that I'm no longer immortal
Traumatising event poisons my soul
Bitterness, mediocrity taste
I thought I'd die with the sun
My depressive winds are blowing on me
As I know death will not forget me.


4. ANGEL OF DISPPOINTMENT

Angel of disappointment - Blessed hearts are wasted
Angel of disappointment - Divine deception

Angel of disappointment - Blessed promise will fail
Angel of disappointment - Holding the keys to hell

In the church of my sufferings
You're the priest
On the altar of my sufferings
You give my body and my blood

Cristal eyes, messenger of demise
His snow-white wings freezes the hearts
Why do they run and dive in his embrace
Don't they see each hope masks his grace
Cold touch - Fear's rush - His holy compassion curses your life
His halo is made of human suicides
Why do they run and dive in his embrace
Don't they see each hope masks his grace

Lost crown, entombed glory
Obsolete tears of infinity
Now humiliations enslaves my realms
Self deceiver, I feel guilty
Please angel, set me free...
Set me free.

Satan keep me far away from the angel
Angel's blue eyes are human tears
Apparition: our hope disappears
Soul tormentor

Hurt by reality
Angel looks through their eyes
Weak as they judge me
My impotent hands yearning for the skies


5. THE PROPHECIE (IRON MAIDEN COVER)

Now that I know that the right time has come
My prediction will surely be true
The impending disaster it looms
And the whole of the village is doomed
Why won't you listen to me
It is so hard to understand
That I am the real seventh son
Your life or death on me depends

Suffering and pain impending disaster
Souls crying the devil's laughter
Heard the cry of the seven whistlers
Lucifer smiles looks on and waits

I'll take your life in my hands
Your fate your fortune's in my visions
Heed what I say and you'll see
What will be
Please listen to me

Now that they see the disaster is done
Now they put all the blame unto me
They feel I brought on a curse
Don't they know that the torment
It stays with me knowing that I walk alone
Through the eyes of the future I see
They don't even know what fear is
Don't they know I'm the one who is cursed

Purgatory beckons souls lost forever
Life after death or heaven hereafter
Heard the call of the seven whistlers again
Now Lucifer laughs hell awaits

I had their lives in my hands
Their fate their fortunes in my visions
No one believed in my true prophecy
And now it's too late


6. SATAN'S LEFT HAND

Satan's hand was lost in our countries
An elder witch found it
In the forest of the waterfall
Near the village.

In her dark thatched cottage - She was waiting for mthe call
In the forbidden books' pages - She lost her soul

During the twelth fullmoon of the year
It was also the solstice of winter
Planets were drawing a triangle of fire
Kabbalistic signs of a plague to come

In her dark thatched cottage - She was waiting for mthe call
In the forbidden books' pages - She lost her soul

The candle sneer as the spirits scheme
Chalk dances in the moon
Sulphur stech slides in the cemetary
And inhuman voices whisper in the trees
A slight shiver freezes the spines
The witch speaks in wicked tongue
She call the inconceivable
She makes one with thy Secret
Satan's left hand


7. MY GRAVEDIGGER WEARING STILETTOES

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8. SUICIDAL STEPS

Dawn, eclosion of pain
Sorrowful flowers, yearning for the end
Frightening weights haunting my mind
Torturing mightmares, living for my end

Abyssal pressure - I'm getting closer
Anguish rapture - (Ghosts of failure)

Dawn, drawing my pain
By streams of sun my regrets are stained
Among my desires just three remain
To die, to kill, and to kill myself

Cold... I feeel each situation faked - Lifeless strings on dead necks
Lost... Their fights are tasteless - I hate their smiles

Each lie hides death - Each win hides a defeat
Cold... Memories of my heart unfold - So pure... Why did they leave these sores ?
Grey... Where's the colors of my desires ? - Here it's raining every day
Forgotten innoncence - Murdered senses

Thin blade, straight cord - Arsenic taste in overdose store
Speaking guns pointing to my head - Steel answers to my fears
Opened wrists, twisted neck - Real pain when all is faked
Cell of mind is my body - Throne of suffering fields
Obsessed by pain - Addicted to self-destruction
I walk in the cemetaries - Waiting for an invitation
My veins are crying for some alcohol
To forget and live one more day

Corporal wounds made by I
Morbid orders from the voices inside
Coprporal wounds made in I
SelfPunishment is a path to suicide

Depressive winds poison my breath
I must drink and drink and drink again
I try to drown my demons
to remember my first oblivion
To escape my agony - I can't stop lying to myself
Mine is division
My veins are crying for some metal
To forget and die this night