1. BELLIGERENT (BY YOUR HANDS)

Come the time when you will face the poverty of speech
Will you rise or bow before the schizophrenic weak

By your hands
You have pushed away those close
Always with your words that manifest and crucify
Self inflicted wounds that redirect and pacify

No one listens
No one listens
No one listens now

But you will make them hear
Just for a moment

Artificial words
Written by a fool
Damning all the whores
Frightened by your lust

Such pathetic lust

By your hands
You have killed and maimed those close
And the voices try to ruminate and place the blame
As the bullets pass through empty flesh that has no name

You can't understand
The blood upon your hands

By your selfish hands

Staring at your unknown victims
Feeling no redemption
Proving you are heartless
Time to eat a bullet

A hollow point
There is no point
A hollow point
There is no point

Came the time when you did face the poverty of speech
And you chose to give into the schizophrenic weak

No one listens
No one listens
No one listens now


2. UNHOLY RAPTURE

Invoke the holy scripture
Wash it down with gasoline
And burn the selfish martyr
Make him suffer, make him raise the dead

As the sky runs red

Provoke unholy rapture
Watch it drown with the unclean
Who prey upon a savior
Make them suffer, make them praise the dead

Lost inside a rotting maze of endless carrion
Drifting in a blood filled haze from the delirium

Killing all the gods
Tearing at the flesh
Gorging all the maws
Worshiping the death
That we fear

Ride upon a putrid wave of ever seething lust
Feast upon the whores and slaves until the world is dust

Killing all the gods
Tearing at the flesh
Gorging all the maws
Worshiping the death
That we…
Always find
In our minds
Though we lie
We are bound to fear

We hold it so dear

Destroy this tired structure
Spread the seed of ignorance
And reap the heathen’s bounty
Free to suffer, free to love the dead

Praise the dead


3. DESCENT

Dead languages of spite
Dark nothingness takes control
Lost memories of light
Pulled to the void with our souls

And so we lay in wait
For end of days and the final cleansing
And so we learn our fate
Is of the worm and their never ending reign

Rulers of the fresh decay
Quietly they lay their eggs

Simple is their purpose
Eaters of the dead
They have bored into our minds
And whisper tales of dread

They will guide us
To the hollow
We must follow
Driven by the madness in our brain

Simple is their reason
They will be reborn
And they mock us and our pride
As we are left forlorn

They will guide us
To the hollow
We must follow
Driven by the maggots who say

We will guide you
To Valhalla
You must follow
Driven by the madness in your hate infested drug ingested brains

Worshipping your sad remains
Turning in your rotten graves

Dead languages of spite
Dark nothingness takes control
Lost memories of spice
Pulled to the void with our souls


4. PILE THE DEAD

Welcome to a world created by the system
Can you feel the wasteland feeding their addiction?
I am their greed
I am their fame
Now they are psychopaths who love to play their games
I am their lust
I am their goal
Now they will lose it all and swear they're in control
Oh, the workings of the damned, they've sold the passion that they once had about live

Welcome to a world created by a savior
Can you feel their weakness twisting into valor?
I am their strong
I am their bold
Now they will sacrifice and do as they are told
I am their just
I am their fair
Now they will give it all to ritual and prayer
Oh, the preaching of the saved, they've learned their mission to serve as slaves to a god

From the mountains of the dead
I will paint the landscape red with blood

I am the parasite that bores into your inner seed
I am the irritant you scratch until you love to bleed

Symbiotic siren
Embryonic virus
Necrotrophic being
Replicating freely

Welcome to a world created by extremists
Can you feel the freedom pouring from their slit wrists?
I am their peace
I am their hell
I am the anarchist who poisoned all the wells
I am their black
I am their white
I am the sun that sets before their endless night
Oh, the greatest irony, they die as fools so innocently with a smile

Climb the mountains of the dead
Place your crowns upon my head and kneel

I am the carnivore that sits upon my rotted throne
I am the insane king that rules this land of flesh and bone

Bow Down


5. THE WHITE LIGHT


High above the horde
Shouting to my massive legion of the thinking dead

We will pass through flame
And atop the white plume mountains we deny your reign

As the darkness takes control
Let the white light burn a hole

Through the gates of hell
Casting off the savage instinct that we know so well

To the ether plane
Where we hear the love eternal whispering our names

As the darkness takes control
Let the white light calm your soul

As we're called back to the source
We must never feel remorse

At one with energy
A ceaseless synergy
We process what we we've learned
And wait for our return

To the corporal
Feeding off the savage instinct that we know so well

We are just machines
Programmed with the path to eden written in our dreams

As the darkness takes control
Let the white light burn a hole

All the love and all the hatred
All at ease and all the tempted
All the peace and all the guilty
All the foul and all the beauty
Burns
It burns

As the darkness takes control
Let the white light calm your soul