1. HADEAN EON

A domain of heaving fire
Roaring gases crack the crust
Of a virgin Earth
Unable to contain her lust to be the sky.
Tormented in the throes of birth.

Becoming more than a cinder
In god's eye.

Before time, before life, the chessboard takes shape.
But the conflagration never burns away the chaos
Of the possible.

Terra Inferis - Hadean Eon
Kingdom of sulphurous winds.
Third piece of shit from the sun
No soil for the seed to find purchase.

A domain of heaving fire
Roaring gases crack the crust
Of a virgin Earth.

The iron core will always spin
Just a little bit faster.

Against the odds - Against the tide.
Against the demands of a dead cosmos
Life Defies - Life Defies
Despite that death can't be denied.
Life Defies.


2. CONTRA NATURAM

A beast stirs in the wilderness,
Roused from slumber by the voice of aeons.
(the voice of the storm)
Restless beneath the thunder,
Cringing as the lightning strikes too closely.
(alone on the savannah)

But what walks on two legs?
Was it born to serve on fertile fields
In the land of chains and honey?
To crawl through the dirt, bearing the weight of the sun
On its back?
Was it born to writhe and loosen the soil like worms?

"What can be gained in emulation of the
Lower life
That feasts upon us?"

Human! Put your spine to use
And raise your arms
Beyond the cruciform.
And grasp the heavens in a strong left-hand.
Human! You've nothing left to lose,
Raise your eyes above the norm.
Don't leave the desert for the promised land,
Where good intentions lead to Hell.

Rekindle the flame of pride that goeth before the fall.
What sin is this? We're falling already.

"Perfection, reserved for gods. Gods whose words,
Like shears,
have clipped our wings."

Eat from the tree and know good and evil,
Or be left as naked children.
Human! Know your nature, but raise your aims beyond it.
And know yourself, before you can know anything else.

Rekindle the flame of pride, that goeth before the fall.
What sin is this? We're falling already.


3. GRIGORI

Quis custodiet, ipsos custodes?

Weapons of war - Science and Magic
Beware the desire that lurks beneath the wing
The lust that never sleeps.

Lore of the forge - Trace the paths of the heavens
Learn ye, the signs of the earth

Who watches the Watchers?

The host of Samyaza, Bene-ha-elohim
Beget them monsters on the daughters of Cain
Fathers of giants, Nephilim rise again

Grigori


4. OMEGA

Omega!
Greet your death, Fuck it with the lights on.
This shroud ain't coming off, get used to it.
Omega!
Embrace the end, don't act so surprised.
All this time, you knew it was coming --
And all the time in the world is never enough.

Alpha -- Omega!
The latter concerns us now.

The sights and sound of near death expectation,
Tainted with the vile reek of desperation.

Like a dream come true -- But dreams don't come true.

Otherworldy voices singing in perfect harmony..
A sweeping feeling of peace and unity with a higher purpose.

Engulfed by punishing brightness...
Blinded by the whiteness...
Traveling towards the light,
It's everything they said it'd be.
Not just an ending, a new beginning

They fucking lied. It's all lies.


5. LUNAR CYRCLE

(Instrumental)


6. HIC SVNT DRACONES

Navigating the abyss
Sailing on uncharted seas
Leviathan - Behemoth of the deep
Lord of the crushing fathoms
Here there be Dragons

Great serpent, Jormungandr

Eternal black below
Where dripping light
Diffused like blood in the water

The dead sing silent sagas
And the sea giveth up its demons

Wrecked in its grasp
Mast snapped like a neck
Screaming flotsam
Gagging on the brine
The grave of mariners
Salt cures the floating corpses
Lord of the crushing fathoms
Here there be dragons


7. A REPTILE'S RELEVANCE

The blacklit domain of the snake in our brains

The wisest eyes, orbs woken from a dream
To see how pointless it all can seem
But what's the use, when razor kisses wrist?
Don't you feel it twist? (we're so)
Deaf to the thrashing, down in the dark place
But too much darker above.

Warm blood's despair spills blood that cools
across the floor.
Oblivion's spiral downwards
Lifeless coils unwinding one by one

Standing atop the mountain
Unchallenged paragon of beasts
Whose deadliest predator walked the same two legs
Kith and Kin -- rampaging far beyond
Piss-marked bounds
Melting rock into sword
Crushing grape into wine
In complement to the reptile
Whose fangs crowned our spine.


8. DOOMSDAY CLOCK

A small speck in the false void,
It won't end with a bang but a whimper.
Choking on the sands on time.
The false start in the garden
Wound the clock by splitting the adam.
The wheels set into motion.
The first of the last
Became a billion crawling ants.
Swarming over the anthill.
A serpent devouring its tail
Teeth finally buried in the back of its skull
An equation that adds to nothing....
And it's coming!

An old beast slouches off to be born.
It won't end with a bang but a ROAR!

Burn! Burn!
Sand blasted to glass.
Doomsday at last.
Every Nation.
Every Home.

The volumes of history the victorious wrote,
Each page an elaborate suicide note.
I'm bored of the wars that the dead claim to have won.
Open the silos, Satan says this must be done.

Burn! Burn!
Sand blasted to glass.
Doomsday at last.
Every heart.
Every soul.
Blasted to Glass!
Doomsday!
Every Nation.
Every Home


9. MARTYRFIELDS

As I breathe the morning mist
And wipe the blood from my eye...
Watching the smoke rise from the pools of burning pitch
I feel the grit of the cremated on the breeze.
Spent shells and private hells
Spend periods of time in mass graves caked with lime.
Scream to the bark of the cannon
This cruel and sunless dawn drinks the blood of my enemies.
WAR!

Walking on the graves of angels, in silence laid to rest.
Under scorched earth, unhallowed.
Crowned by crosses kissed with frost.
I wander through the carrion and wreckage,
Amongst the rats and ravens, the victors on the
Martyrfields........

The devil's regiment -- a left-handed complement
Boar's bristle and waxy sheen
Leather tough, like hellhounds keen.
Another frontline diary -- postcards from the God of War
A purer aspect of demise,
Against which, steel is no defense.
To engineer this feast of flies,
A gory joke at our expense.

No Peace -- No Light
No Hope -- Beyond
The Martyrfields


10. A FUNERAL FOR FIRE

Even the ashes are gone
No more dust in the wind
Motion, a memory
The machine fulfilled its purpose

The gears grind to a halt
The eye slowly closes
As the last speck of dust blinks out
And even in Hell....

A notice posted on the door:
"The damned are gone, there'll be no more.
We're moving on and leaving Hell
An abandoned metaphor."

Oh, so empty in this purged universe
The future died screaming
To feed the Dynamo
Why does the peace feel so perverse?
Mourning the destroyer
Flames snuffed in nothingness
A whispering silence, a funeral for fire
The end has murdered the suspense

Swollen with the opposite of energy
The anxious hum, a dirge.
A swansong for phantom suns
Flames go hungry in a cosmos nullified

A Funeral for Fire!

Burn no more.
A negative spectacle
The triumph of entropy
What is, what was, and what had yet to be
Gone.


11. THE PLOT SICKENS

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12. OCCULUS MACHINA

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