1. FLESHMADE CANVAS

Twisting the flesh from your bones
Pain reflects your pleasures
Hooks to show the way
Blades to clear the path

Suffering is knowledge
Creating the souless
That's what we are
Demons to some angels to others

Breeding through chaos and death
All you feel and see
Is a magnum opus in hell

The hooks in your flesh
Bring you close to despair
But when you open your eyes you will see

We come at night for your soul
Relentless search for a whole
New level of pain
Through the mist we restrain

A Hellbound Heart I possess
I feed my hunger on death
Haunting, preying over
The box of Lemarchand

Mind full of forbidden desires
Addiction to evil itself
Losing the connection wires
Losing the grip with self

Lack of safe place to hide
We're breaking through your mind
You're lost beyond control
Enter the horror show

Running against time
Anxious retire
Blind eyes
Pulling back liars
From their hideouts

Horrid faces
Reflect all the pain
They feel
Paint a canvas with death
Grey shade of hate

Open chest shows up
A still beating heart
A clear epitome of madness
Written with the sharpest knives

A synthesis of torture itself
In blood I build my realm
In wreckage we grind your bones
Pain? I am Pain

Walking through limbs and through organs
We can smell the stench
That is coming from you

We will make sure that you'll die
And when your body lies
We rebuild you again

We come at night for your soul
Relentless search for a whole
New level of pain
Through the mist we restrain

A Hellbound heart I possess
I feed my hunger on death
Haunting, preying over
The box of Lemarchand


2. PARADOXICAL SIGHT

Building up walls to defend
Your weak and twisted ego
You mask yourself
You dress your skin with needles

Up to avoid
The nightmares of reality
A shield you built with
Your own lies and guilt

The scars you earned
Were all just made by shame
A shadow's been cast
Upon your wicked name

The burden you carry
Will not be an excuse
The flesh may lie
But your eyes speak the truth

Terror - Through the ashes made by time
Worthless - From yourself you cannot hide
Murder - Of your personality
Leashed - Resignate to misanthropy

And through your misty shroud
I can see stains of pain
Your armor starts to crumble
As you dig your own grave

The blood running through your
Veins means you are the
Same the ones you contempt

You catch same air to
Breath, you're afraid to
Live like a mortal being

But try not to
Forget in your time of
Dying that you are noone

You live the way they
Live and you're gonna
Die just like all of them die

Inside the scope of death
The veil is torn apart
Your countenance, so grey
I hear your spiteful lies

A speech of loss
Has been urged by hypocrisy
The fires of ignorance
Will light up your disease

Throughout this war
Veiled in hollow cries
You're coiled in black
The halo breaks in half

The leashes on wrists revealed
In a blackened sight
So torn and shattered by
Wrath, the time has nigh

Words Said - They are sharper than a blade
Misled - To a path that leads to hate
Anguish - Shatters your reality
Mourning - Start to inearth all your dreams

And through your misty shroud
I can see stains of pain
Your armor starts to crumble
As dig your own grave


3. FRAIL CONVICTIONS

Clutching at nothing
Raising flags of thoughts that are not your own
Your frail convictions
Established in shifting sand, fated to fall

A lack of judgement
Pushed you straight into a pit of ignorance
Your stonemade mind
Presuming yourself as the carrier of truth

Despite your words
Seeking to defend
A unilateral point of view

You follow blindly
Tending to deny
Your ideals are made of dust

Retrogressive ways
To beliefs, a slave
Bound to error's overseer

Blindfold on your eyes
Made of opaque lies
Clouded your discernment

Overcome madness with desperate tries

Closer to the dead end
Your crumbling ideals are destined to fail

Illusive strength
A peril to those with a weaker will
Deceiting intentions
Conducts the means of your life

An enchanting speech
No one dares to pierce through you
Your austere ways
Slit the throat of coerent reflections

You have no right to oblige
Assume yourself as a simple man
Crawl out your pitty shelter
Face the things as they really are

The time will take it's toll
You'll see yourself collapsing
Lost in a sea of nothing
Where is your pride to save you now?

Deadborn world disavowed
The Pestilence spread it's hollow conceptions
Shattered cardinal precepts
The urge to supplant must be destroyed now

The tables have turned

Dig through the ashes
Of the frail convictions once you praised in woe
As it was foretold
Your empire has fallen, you have nothing to hold on

The rift of acceptance
Is open wide in front of you
Take a step and let it fall
Resignate to conditions of your empty life

Despite your words
Seeking to defend
A unilateral point of view

You follow blindly
Tending to deny
Your ideals are made of dust

Retrogressive ways
To beliefs, a slave
Bound to error's overseer

Blindfold on your eyes
Made of opaque lies
Clouded your discernment


4. COSMIC DUST

Floating particles
A glimpse of matter fed by the sun
Born in the void
Sons of the primordial burst

So small is our comprehension
Our existence is nothing but cosmic dust
Systematic in it's magnitude
Overactive life dynamo

Scattered over the black craddle
The expression of fragility moulded itself
A pale point on the universe
Synesthesic parts of the whole

Empathic misdirection
A centric masterful force
Adaptable extremofiles
Following the means of the flux

Hypothetical
Illogical reason
The cusp of nothing bound to feed
The sensorial treason

A straw upon the lane of stars, our future is to fade
Swallowed by a supernova, engulfed by our fate
Impotent forms of life, dependents of the sun
Can't you see, you disbelief, in fact we are no one

A minimal existence, under a siege of the great flare
Vastful glance, the sea of space, a place where no one dared
Pretentions grow and there's no "why", we are destined to die
A world of woe, a worthless stash is built over our lies

The hermetic boundaries of life
An open rift into the sky
Bound to the primitive conditions
A slave to your volitions

Lost in waves of dark dimension
We are accidental miscreations
A grain of sand in universe
The dying cells of earth

Futile acts
Producing no relevant effects
Pretentious minds
Presuming themselves as one of a kind

Silent
Writhing
Endless
Ageless

A straw upon the lane of stars, our future is to fade
Swallowed by a supernova, engulfed by our fate
Impotent forms of life, dependents of the sun
Can't you see, you disbelief, in fact we are no one

A minimal existence, under a siege of the great flare
Vastful glance, the sea of space, a place where no one dared
Pretentions grow and there's no "why", we are destined to die
A world of woe, a worthless stash is built over our lie