1. HARVEST

Dying creature giving it's last breath
Warmth giving way to cold
System received a command to terminate
And the last strings is cut

Corpse, an empty vessel
Carried to the lone cliff
Left there under the acrid sun
For the vultures to feast upon

Awakened in a strange realm
Where the flames are real
Behind them, in the dark
Lurk creatures of the great dread

Although their appearance seems strange
They are very same
That have been nurtured
By the one they are to torment

There is no escape from their claws
No one will come to take them away
Suffering in their horrid embrace
Until they have fed enough

Flowers from the seeds
Now bloom in all their horror
Reaping what once was sown
Harvesting the bitter crop


2. RETURN

These things that I see
And these things I feel
They all seem too familiar
As it I have experienced them before

I remember what tomorrow brings
All the grief and glory
Falling to the same pits
Receiving the same gifts

From the cursed womb
Through the life of gradual decline
Into the earth, cold and moist
And back again

I have lived this life a thousand times
And thousand times I will again
I have to witness this downfall
Without even a hope for an end

Triumphs become insignificant
And failures lose their dreadfulness
Even a life as a the highest king
Would become a burden
If forced to live it same again and again


3. THE PRISON

Prison for the damned soul
Has no space for standing
For something called the ideal
Or against the lies

Nor is there room
To lie down and wither
Just enough to bear witness
To the hated life

What's the worth of the light of the sun
Without the fire of hate and lust it awakes
And what good is the light of the moon
Without spilled blood for it to bless

The black sun worshipper
Denied himself, denied life
Because of his convictions
He let everything fade away

Is it a choice to abandon
The inner saviour, inner master
When your fate didn't matter
Even to those most luminous beings


4. THE ABYSS

The water of the sacred lake beside me
Eerily glowing in the dusk of my life
My agony understood not by the sun,
Nor the moon
From the darkness I found my face

Shamans, my ancestors' bloodline
Have always come here to die
From beneath the waves they whisper to me
Of the secrets learned in death

With me I carry a stone
Hidden, forgotten and cursed
To the depths of woe
Like my forefathers before me

This world wasn't for them
To live, to breathe or to rule
They were drawn by a voice
Silent as darkness itself

That voice belongs to Satan
The silent master of my soul
In his footsteps I pass
In to the watery graves