1. The Fury
Forward on! Just go on!
Directionless rush, for close by, before
No change for equilibrium-stop!
Fetid, persistent stench of the race
Rushes in every slot
Sticking all together into a mass
I hate you!
I hate us!
You know what I mean? Fuck off!
This world stigma cries out on your forehead
Anti-god prepares your own personal void
The only way to equilibrium
Kill yourself! But...
2. Three-Dimensional Defect
Blinding void veils colours.
All features melt into one vision.
All-absorbing and all-swallowing time
The singing of the black hole is calling.
The shrill silence of universe
Blows up all minds from inside.
Desire of your own death makes flesh burst into flame.
Another moment of senseless reasoning
Opens the gate to the real existence
That is not for the eyes.
Inexpressible pain of the ripped flesh
Releases so far unknown senses.
No chance for losing consciousness.
Suffering in the thickening void.
Stop! Human defect is triumphing.
The passage into fourth dimension
Is passing out of sight.
3. Lying & Weak
Pathetic is the species being it's own negation.
Big words locked in the holy books.
Flame in the eyes fixed on heaven,
And the stench of decaying bodies
That have lived to see the answer.
Another word spat out from under the mask.
No meaning, no goal.
Doomed to cling to each other.
They laugh crying and lie sensing their weakness.
Clotted human mass struggles
Trying to rise and run away from themselves.
It's time this jest reached it's end.
The church of the black hole will fulfil the sacrifice.
4. Sensual Sickness
Blind is the euphoria of the crowd
Staring at themselves from inside
And observing the succeeding patterns
Of the world that spirals downwards.
I sense! Tangible phantasm
It causes human pride to swell anew.
Come on! To touch, maybe catch.
Fever of senses stimulates animal brain.
And to those of you who scream that they know
Keep roaming in your dance
Singing of truth and happiness
Quelling the misty vision of end.
5. The Calling
6. The Negation
No! Catharsis through scream
Too many ways, too many truths
The myth of the reward
And the punishment
Still feeds our fear.
No to all of the masks of this world!
No to the empty words!
Open eyes look, yet closed can truly see
Creeping vermin still cross their traces
Seeming movement of the elements
Does not chance the vision the throbbing whole.
No to those that have seen,
And thus have believed!
No to those that have not seen,
And yet have believed!
Global negation of the visible existence
Is thedelusion in itself.
Yet the truth the animal eyes look to
Dies at the closed eyelid glance of spirit.
7. Long-Desired Dementia
Absorbing, feeling and desiring
You fade away spewing their words up.
Rise to fall, lie to last.
Look! Nothing is opening it's arms:
Tangle of urges overflows
Staining every gesture and moment.
Raise your head and grasp that jest.
Anti-god lurks in non-existence.
Mute words of those who know
Distort the mouths of deranged fools into a sneer.
No war will be! No revolution!
The punishment is equal.
Perfectly cold-no bond with this comedy.
Another urges from outside change nothing.
Hideous, complete in itself tangle of desires
And millions of hands stretched out
Towards the swallowing void.
No cry-long desired dementia.
8. The Empty Throne
Expansion of the ever increasing universe
Thins down imperfect pictures
And certainty of the tangible existence
Trickles between fingers
Entering the center of the point.
Physical reality dies
Giving birth to the new order.
Negating all that has ever been said for good.
So what are we?
Attracted by the gravity of the black hole
Veiled by the faith in words
Proud of the promised immortality.
Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination
Will ring with countless screams
Uniting in a sneer
Coming from the empty throne
9. Lunatic Of God's Creation
[Deicide cover, only on limited digipack]