1. ARCHITECTURE OF SILENCE

Silent waterfalls of blood
Bones and skulls breaking without noise
Questions unheard, unanswered
Life extinguished without a sound

Snowcovered woods
Deafness creates a sound
None-life
Void
A painting,
...Still life

Lucifer is still ahead (and inside)
Shining...not screaming
The light between the stars
For the questioning ones

Snowcovered woods
Deafness creates a sound
None-life
Void
A painting,
...Still life

I have fucked...the restless waves
Landscapes without noise
growing, withering, dying...but telling
Architects drawing screaming deathlines
In waves of silence

He escapes from vibrant bleeding veins
Unfolding bridges to the abyss
You're imagining something
You're hearing...nothing...


2. SIN COMMAND

Inevitable sin command
For the Master is at hand
Cortex scratching noise alarm
Falling leaves inside hermetic walls
The spiral deep into the universe
An avalanche, a stinking swamp
Faint glows of the mourning past
Rotting from inside

The new aeon
Cold, clear and brutal
Disease without mercy
Humiliate – satisfy – heal!
Deriding their credos
Their hilarious existence
Flourishing horror
The incomprehension, the cries

Phoenix out of the spirit of defeatism
A new chapter
Education to misbehave
Thanks for any disapproval

Flagrancy – haughtiness – audaciousness – depravity!
Hello! - this is the propaganda of degeneracy

The magic of distress and tragedy
The blackest of all lords
Movement, continuing apocalypse
Exercise syntheses in gloom
We have acknowledged filth
Rats in monkey costumes
Facing towards the rising sun
Victims ahead


3. FRAGMENT : BLACKLIGHT

Away…away from the light
Into the none, the land beyond
Away from life

The fragments, the movement
The vision, the call
Fundamental rebellion
To the final descent

Driven by twilight
Darkbound to hell
Never kneeling
In the praise of thy name
We have established sin
Through left hand evolution
He guided us
Into the shadows grim

The last light kissed to death
From chapped and poisoned lips
The black light running down the throat
Befogging the drowning
The desired copulation
With his realms of black seas
Never touching grace again
Onwards – left hand guided
Black swans all over

Behind...behind the light
Into the black
The non-life
The still life


4. ROOTS BEYOND

The roots beyond reveal the guide
The collapse,
The threshold.
No answers,
No questions,
No past or future glorified.
It always used to be this way,
You stupid fuckin’ fool.
Your time is wasted,
Your concepts fail.
The devil gives an interview.

One, one, one
In the end
We’re all alone my friend.

Take the precious gift of an empty life!
Obey my words of disobedience!

Did you ever think about what will happen once the cradling has ceased?
Servants, freaks and liars
Lost in the vacuum

Take the precious gift of an empty life!


5. ULTIMATE PARASITE

Winter's at peak
Nature in koma
Darkness is still reflecting light

The lips are blue
Deadness is fashion
No teeth could bite back blood tonight

Sovereignty,
The pulse of the universe,
The injection of the purest venom

You’re not the peak of the horns
But the mirror of His will
The axis to a world forlorn

There is no turning back
From the eyes of the snake
From temptation to yield to

High end satanism
Crawling from the depths
The will of power moving on

Satans possession
Damned are the weak
Running blind to heaven high

The ultimate parasite
Coiled in frozen soil
Infecting all the guts

Where has the structure gone?
When you’re a fellow of the fallen one?
Are you afraid of absence order?
Or can’t you feel our newborn hell?


6. KVLTPROPAGANDA

A kvlt as old as Himself
As supreme as a dying cosmos
As wise as the blackest magic
As intense as a burning star

Cursed by visions from the past
Nature spreading Satans spawn
Voices calling from the depth
The blunted knife cuts well again

Diabolic – rite – kvltpropaganda
Intensive to the core
Wise - magic – kvltpropaganda
Down to the abyss…once more

Blood seems to have the only colour
On a grey october morning
Dripping slowly from the chest
The blunted knife cuts well again

Diabolic – rite – kvltpropaganda
Intensive to the core
Wise - magic – kvltpropaganda
Down the abyss…once more


7. KOMA CIRCLE

Seeding the accusers path
No arrival intend
He who knows and grows inside
Escort on the way

A koma filled by an incubus
Interrupted by rays of conspiracy
Including a wicked heavy worm
An emotion to bear inside

No way to release the storm
Ensnared by deafness to life
Willed to raise apocalypse
A dinner for the seven-headed

Desperate warm feeling
From a kingdom saved in pain
Is it the touch of grace?
Or a sempiternal koma dream?

So push the maelstrom splendid basilisk
To ride down the golden ways (again)
Burst the ring that builds this chain
Wistful beings in a blended truth


8. CLOSING THE TRIANGLE

Closing the triangle
No more wisdom
But ashes to come

The window is open
To black and dusty nights
The rotten way
Stands clear again

The moon is on fire
The clouds are freezing
Chaosthrone rising
Closing the triangle

Nothing to lose
But your chains
Unleash the rage
And the poisoned flames

Injured in thirteen winters
Through left hand evolution
He guided us into
The big sleep

Now praying in koma
In spiritualized warmth
Never open the eyes again
Closing the triangle