1. AND THUS IT ENDS … (Intro)

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2. ANACONDA

Wriggle out of it
Headlong to the road
Take good care of the poison that
Leads you to the virginal garden of
Eden – oh
Taste the sugar now
Beware the blinding light or
Suffer from the act of the anaconda
Act of the anaconda

From the apple a bit
Getting overload
Drink this wine with dedication and
Feel these real powers of seduction and
Agony – ah
Try the sweet thing, try
Look out for a steady hold or
Suffer from the act of the anaconda
Act of the anaconda
Anaconda

More and more go ashore
No stand-by mode
Sin after sin reach the top of the
Mountain tower above the native
Way of life – oh
Feel the limit now
Do not overshoot the mark or
Die by the strong noose of the anaconda
Noose of the anaconda
Anaconda


3. FALLING INTO THE SUN

From the edge
To each end
The universe is falling apart again

Th'eternal flame
Lights the mind
Of Prometheus' clay-born mankind

And we fall
Endtime has begun
Through the all
Death and life are one
To the sun
All is said and done
The end has begun
And we fall, falling in, into the sun

Th'ethereal eye
Will never stir
Th'essensual torch of Lucifer

With hunger it burns
His throne and state
In ardour it transsubstantiates

And we fall
Endtime has begun
Through the all
Death and life are one
To the sun
All is said and done
The end has begun
And we fall, falling in, into the sun


4. CANNIBAL CORONAL MASS EJECTION
Pt 1: The Black Sunrise
Pt 2: Chaos Theory

(Instrumental)


5. A WALK THROUGH WONDERLAND

Mama, hold your darling close, he's dying of an overdose
See his dear eyes as they break, drown his body in the lake
Mama, now your baby weeps as the cancer in her creeps
Feel her throb in her last fight, feed her to the dogs tonight

Life is walking hand in hand
You're not yet meant to understand

Mama, oint your sugar's skin, the inflammation feeds on him
Soon prey and feast for tick and louse, burn what's left behind the house
Mama, hear your pumpkin's tale: far from home she starved in jail
With her bones this box is brimmed, now give the ashes to the wind

Life's a walk through wonderland
Led by the power underhand

Mama, paint your loving face, white on white where tear-falls chase
Your blackened dress becomes you well, your wedding chime: the mourning bell
Pace the aisle betwixt the graves – Sorrow pale, the best man, waves
Mama, you may kiss the groom, your children's father: Death, all's doom

Death's a walk, hand in hand
Joined by th'eternal wedding band

We dance the dance we all must dance
In circles round and round
In Saint Vitus' frightful trance
As drums and tabors pound
Forward, backward and askance
In our fitful fray
We dance the dance we all must dance
On our sabbath day
On our sabbath day


6. 2046

2046
In nomine patri, et filii, et spiritu sancti


7. THE COLD MIRROR / FIELDS OF SORROW

So oft I've crossed the mirror in my dreams,
And so I did again this night
It seems today that my reflection looks past me,
I know this can't be right

In my nightmares, I met people and creatures
From everywhere
A strange screenplay for a dream, for a nightmare
I never craved, I never asked for

Who's the director?

I have strange nights in a strange world
A parallel universe
I looked into a mirror but I couldn't see my own reflection there
The screen was cold and blind, the screen was dull and cold
What are you doing here?

What does this all mean?

The cold mirror of my soul
The dark side of myself
Is only live at night

So oft I've crossed the mirror in my dreams,
And so I did again this night
It seems today that my reflection looks past me,
I know this can't be right

In its chamber there beyond I used to know,
The light is dimmed
And I come to realise: I'm on the outside,
Looking in


8. IN FROM THE FUTILE FIELDS

Do you hear the leaden knell at daybreak?
Do you know whose strife is at an end?
Can you bear this fare-well one more morning?
When will the black cloud next descend?
One more soldier back from war
One more soldier back from war
Do you hear the leaden knell at daybreak?

Do you know whose strife is at an end?
One more soldier back from war
One more soldier back from war

From the depths of disaster
From the depths of cold fear
From the fields of foul fever
They have come home, but are no more

Do you hear the bugles' wanton calling?
They're calling you to join with them
Can you feel the bells ring out new horrors?
Brazen judges who condemn
One more soldier off to war
One more soldier off to war
Do you hear the bugles' wanton calling?
They're calling you to join with them
One more soldier off to war
One more soldier off to war

To the depths of disaster
To the depths of cold fear
To the fields of high terror
Where so many had gone before

As the storm's blown over, drums roll closer
As time is long in the futile fields
Troops are coming in for more
Troops are coming in for more
No more soldiers off to war
No more soldiers off to war
No more soldiers off to war
No more soldiers, no more soldiers, no more soldiers off … to war


10. L'ÉPÉE DANS MON COEUR

(Instrumental)


11. CHECKMATE 64

First move f2; f3
Bishop's next – serenity
Carefree i will find my way
Stop the clock – tempt fate

Black castle's face to face
Even queen moves out of base
After knight stabs me in the back,
The pawns attack…

...To my checkmate
Without encore
Accelerate
My checkmate 64

Second move a7; a5
8 x 8, going to strive
Do the castling to protect my king
Pushed to the edge of this no man's land

No chessmen left to win
My cruel life beats me again
‘til every square turns into a trap
I hear clap

...To my checkmate
Open coffin door
Others celebrate
My checkmate 64

To my checkmate


12. TO MY BRETHREN

I went weak with hunger
And all your statistics could not make me any stronger
'Feed the world' - I thank you all for that

I was thrown in prison
Oh, how many of your redeeming prayers have risen
'Set them free' - I thank you all for that

I went naked, I went cold
And you discussed the connotations unappalled

Your pious gleam, your God unseen
Leave me hungry

I was ill and left alone
And you thanked God for your healthy homes
I was unshielded by aught roof
And you praised yon bounteous God aloof
I was ill and left alone
And you thanked God for your healthy homes

Your pious gleam, your God unseen
Leave me hungry
Your eloquent prayers, well-worded cares
Leave me lonely, cold and sad


13. DEMENTIA

(Instrumental)