1. CARNIVAL OF SOULS

(Instrumental)


2. THE ALTAR

Dead people in your body bags
Rotten prepared for the ritual

Rancide meat dripping of liquefied flesh
Ideal material for the sacrifice
On your altar built of gave stones and human bones

Intercourse whith purulent remains
Ejaculate to spice the gift

Plastic bag full of genitals
Severed to pleased your carnal god

The altar
What ambition drives the mortal
But ambition itself
Your ambition is to kill
For your own god

Ruptured giblets full of flies
Decomposed parts upon the altar

Purified but only when putrified
You feed your god, through your mouth

The altar of angel fallen
You live for it, and it lives through you
Twisted religion based on pus and blood
To please the insane god of putridity


3. TO YOUR SCATTERED BODIES GO

Combustion, feel it's advance
Rotting your body, there's no recovery
Fluids and liquids gush down your severed veins
Still running, as convulsions rip your body apart
Exudate bursting from infected wounds
Scavengers, maggots and vericose worms
Despoiling your corpse feeding form it
Sight's still unaffected, see new batches hatch
Your body, your temple... in disgrace
Casket of oak, holding your corpse inside
Excrement spoiling your funeral suit
Emotional chaos, as brain melts away
Deteriorated by viral disease
Rotting away! Combustion...
Scattered body, but wind's still present
Question awakens !
How dead the dead really are? Rotting away !


4. INFERNAL PARADISE... THE JOURNEY

In dark voids of my mind, illusions haunted me
They sang to me in tongues, about things beyond death's realm
Painless and bloodless, lies a dissected corpse before me
Weeping no speaking of warped ways meant not to man
Testing the dark fire, it burns me, but freezes my soul
Lost and damned, I pray upon you...
Yog-Sothoth, the gate and the key
Unleash my soulself now, into a whirlpool I drown.
Shub-Niggurath, the gost of the woods
Grant me a spawn of hate to be a seal of my fate
Tsathoggua: "Formless you'll be", Taddith have mercy on me.
Shaggal, will punish all of thee
Ancient gods, the arcane hate
Taught me the ways of sight, all the malevolent
Darken, thy ways, twisted soul, so foul
Faith inborn, dismal to unknown
Desolate and cursed is the path of your morbid thoughts
Shattered in dust, pale remains of you
The dead manifest is tortured forms of flesh
Naked and blinded in fall upon their feet
Knowledge forsaken in fear for my life
Rotting choir chests in dry, dusty voices...
Yog-Sothoth, the gate an the key... all the malevolent
My psyche torn apart and soul fed to the goat
Dismembered of all hope, in a lake of blood I float