1. BLOOD STAINED PERFECTION

Words sharper than razors
Can pierce our skin
Causing rage to burn
And fester within

Things could be perfect
As they should’ve been
Things could be perfect
As they will again

Blood stained perfection,
Blood stained perfection

We’re predators, we’re scavengers
Preying on the prone
Parasitic denizens
Roaming on their own
Sprawling concrete jungles
filled with mutilated shapes
Nature’s biggest blunder
Ugly mutant apes

It could be perfect
If they weren’t here
It could be perfect
In absence of fear

Blood stained perfection,
Blood stained perfection

Life would be perfect
Untainted by hate

Wherever we may run
Existence equals pain
Craving retribution,
Rabid and insane


2. THE DARK EMBRACE

One day it came, quiet and slowly
A little first, then more, then wholly
The birds, songs lost their tune and pace
My first encounter with the dark embrace

As days pass by, you pass by too
People chatter, they speak to you
Their words I hear, they make no sense
No cure for me, no chance to cleanse

My passion crumbles into dust
No love I feel, not even lust
In the mirror now I see no face
I give in to the dark embrace
I give in to the dark embrace

All colours once were bright and clear
Now ashen grey they are, just noise I hear
The water stinks, the air is stale
My hands slip slowly off the rail
…My hands slip slowly off the rail..

No sun for years, no moon at night
The ones I meet will leave in fright
No home for me, no room, no place
Encircled by the dark embrace

My rage and fury once were burning bright
They´re frozen now, deprived of heat and light
What I touch just dies in any case
Deep inside the dark embrace

My mind becomes a groundless pit
My heart of void falls into it
My death would be an act of grace
But you can´t escape the dark embrace
No, you can´t escape the dark embrace

No sun for years, no moon at night
The ones I meet will leave in fright
No home for me, no room, no place
Deep inside the dark embrace


3. INJECTED DELIRIUM

Crash, kill, line up the dead
I‘m a slave to the voices within my head
Smash, wretch, rolling in pain
Blood drenching me, drenching me like the rain

Pull, tear, rip off the scars
Injected delirium, embraced by the stars
Torn, worn, spit out in scorn
Witness in hell on the night I was born

Broken, beat, melted in heat
Grab for the stumps that once were my feet
Treated, jaded, body mutilated
Pick up my eyes and see my pupils dilated

Pull, tear, rip off the scars
Injected delirium, embraced by the stars
Torn, worn, spit out in scorn
Witness in hell on the night I was born

We’ll crash, we’ll kill and line up the dead
We are the voices that invaded your heads
You’re treated, jaded, severely mutilated
You pick up your eyes and see your pupils dilated
You’re broken and beat, melted in heat
You grab for the stumps that once were our feet
You smash, wretch, are rolling in pain
Blood drenching you like warm summer rain
Crash, kill, line up the dead
Can’t silence these voices that scream in your heads
Treated, jaded, badly mutilated
Pick up your eyes and see your pupils dilated
Crash, kill, revel!


4. LEGEND OF THE FALLEN

There's a soul in eternity
Standing stiff before the King.
And there's a little English maiden
Sorrowing in front of him
There's a proud and tearless woman
Seeing pictures in the fire
and a broken battered body on the reality wire

Had we but met again before by some old ancient inn
We should have sat us down once more before you went to win
’Cause you are my only son, you know,
I don´t want you to see those tears

But the other night I had a dream and
It was just twixt me and you,
I never dreamed like that before,
I thought that it was so true

I dreamed that I was dead, you see? At least that I had died
For I was very much alive out there on the other side
I couldn't see no court of law
Nor yet that great white throne
I couldn't see no accounts of life,
I seemed to stand all alone

I seemed to stand all alone beside a solemn sea of tears
Its waves reached my deepest inside and touched my memory
That night your great guns, shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chapel window-squares,
We thought that it was judgement-day

The hooded one is beckoning to reap rich harvest
And to bring the torments’ fruit across the silent stream
From it’s far side nameless horrors gleam.
Now sit upright.
Await derision, arose the howl of wakened hounds.
The mouse lets fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into their mounds

I wish I could be home again but
I´m trapped here where they lurk
So say your last prayers now ‘cause death awaits us all

Here they come!

Thank God, it is not yet judgement-day
For some of us, a blessed thing
For if it were they'd have to scour hell's floor
For so much threatening
Do I have to die before I can live?

I wish we would have met once more
By some old ancient inn now it is too late
And now you are gone,
Haven´t I repented for my sins?
I still had so much to say to you...
I’m laying down myself for good, yet I never thought I would
I’m free to go now far into the legend of the fallen


5. MAELSTROM WITHIN

Mirror shards refracting
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence

Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
Mockeries of meaning
Scattered and forlorn
Remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected

Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
Elsewhere as the place to be
Purpose was what’s now but scree

Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
Dissemble, feign, pretend
Ridicule’s not scant

Delusional cognition
In moribund existence
Phobias galore
My private purgatory

Anywhere, but right here, the only place to be
What purpose once was is now but scree
Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams

Irreverent, indifferent, irrelevant
Horror’s hapless heist
Mirror shards refracting
Slivers of my conscience
In tatters, shreds and fetters
Fragments of complacence

Warped and twisted
Battered, torn
Mockeries of meaning
Scattered and forlorn
Remnants but of being
Sentiments adrift
Dazed, dazzled, derelict
Counterfeit emotions
Diffuse and undirected

Phoney, bogus sympathy
Congregates to cant,
Dissemble, feign, pretend
Ridicule’s not scant

Nothing left, and naught remains
Of naïve plans and future dreams
Elsewhere as the place to be
Purpose was what’s now but scree