1. THE BLACKWATER CRUSADE

(Instrumental)


2. RUSTMONSTER

Who brought up the idea of being an individual?
Why should you have a right to freedom?

Every man is the architect of his own future
What a lie
Modern megalomania prevents the real riddance

All liberation depends on the awareness of thralldom
Those necessities demanded by freedom discharge the supression
The free choice of masters does not abolish the slaves

Someday you'll wake up in an average life,
Monotonous and bored to death.

Is this the fortune you have fighten your whole lifetime for?
You made yourself a slave in order to be a master

When you lie on your deathbed,
It's too late to shut the barn door
After the horse has bolted


3. MADNESS OF THE KING

What nobody did before me, I did
The superior, the tireless one
The illustrious ruler
The brave combatant, that I am

Is this not Babylon the great,
Which I myself have built as a royal residence
By the might of my power and for the glory of my majesty?

While the word was in the king’s mouth,
A voice came from heaven, saying:

“King Nebuchadnezzar, to you it is declared:
Sovereignty has been removed from you
And you will be driven away from mankind,
Your dwelling place will be with the beasts of the field
You will be given grass to eat like cattle
And seven periods of time will pass over you
Until you recognize that the Most High is ruler
Over the realm of mankind
And bestows it on whomever He wishes”


4. HEADS DEEP IN THE ASS OF THE (RED DRAGON)

The wind blows hard from the East
And it constantly grew to a hurricane since the early last century’s Nineties.
It’s a big cake, man. Yeah, what a fucking big cake!
The cake is so big that it threatens to swallow its eaters

Go ahead, gorge the cake
Eat or be eaten
The Red Dragon kills his unwanted children?
No problem for us if the Dragon wears Nike boots
Our greed has always been bigger than moral doubts


5. VESPERTINE ABSURDITY

It started with small cracks,
Inconsistencies between the world we are talking about
And the world that really exists

In the long run only the useless is constant

One cannot enjoy the birds twitter in the vespertine coolness.
Not in a world like it used to be

In the meantime the history has buried them under a thick layer.
No more morning without agonies
No more evening without prison
No midday without dire slaughter

Life is a consecution of paradises one after another destroyed.
The sense of being clamped between birth and death escapes me.

So what do we do after the orgy?
Even penetration seems to be an endless regress


6. ENDEAVOR BAFFLEGAB

A brotherhood of lamas last in the foothills of Tibet
Devote their whole live to the recitation of the names of god.
If they have all been stated, the world will come to an end,
An entire cycle of the world

9 billion names of god.

But the lamas read slowly
Then they hear talk of a machine
A powerful IBM-PC to hasten their task.

So the technicians arrive
And set up the machine
Shortly before the expiry of the operation
They flee the monastery

Climbing down into the civilized world
The specialists lifted their eyes to heaven
Overhead, with any fuss
They see the stars go out one by one


7. PINK TANK FANTASIES

Somewhere in the galaxies, in the planetary system alpha 3
E.T. is watching the blue planet through his intergalactic telescope

“This odd species, the only time they’re waiting for hope is when they stare at pink tanks on TV.”

Tanks which chose life instead of agony,
Cannons mutated to giant cocks made of steel
Hereby to spread the semen of liveliness,
Not to seed the breed of war but to be free

Fantasies of pink tanks.

“This odd species, saving themselves in erotic fantasies of pink tanks while growing their fat asses behind the screens This odd species, even too fat to fuck themselves.”


8. PILE OF DEBRIS

The golden battalions of enlightment
Started to break the sovereignty of nature

However the chains lashed themselves
With every clamour more firmly
The desire to take the dread from people has failed
Humanity inaugurated in a new age of barbarism

Under the banner of freedom
The hope bringers rode to their doom

There is an angel staring at the pile of debris called civilisation.
His wings are spread, his mouth is open
Willing to repair the things that have been broken
But there's a storm blowing from paradise
And this storm is called progress.
The history of freedom has not been written, yet


9. THE THRONE OF NIMROD

Since the flood no one has dared to displease god anymore
But the forces willing to strike the balance gathered themselves together
Nimrod, the pathfinder of humankind, assumed the power
The lord of the hubristic ones spoke to the masses:

“Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven. And let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.”

This time no lord comes down to see the city and the tower,
Which the children of men are building, though the ruination

Nimrod is just the janusfaced modernity
The tower of babel - the regressive progress
When do we notice it's in danger of collapsing?
Don't call us gods. We are just Nephilim.


10. EXODUS

(Instrumental)