1. FORTRESS DISOBEDIENCE

Of Man‘s first disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden (...). John Milton (1608–1674)

Fortress disobedience
Betrayal on sanity
Regency of faith
Ambassador of hate

Maker of all kind
You bless the blind
See near the end of your allies
Where is your son
Who holds the gun
Divided and shunned
Thy kingdom gone

Justify existence
Illogical resistance
Origin of a plague
The promises you make

Fortress disobedience
Betrayal on sanity
Regency of faith
Ambassador of hate

Queer arousal by sins
Confess first the cause
Murder and rape plead your word
Despised and condemned at birth


2. DONE IS DONE

Delight entertain randy and numb
In endless terrors unfold that sum
Declined singularities one by one
Fun is fun and done is done

Fun is fun and done is done
Praise king scum
Attend the masses to slay
Raise empire of decay

Cortex, vortex
Willing to demise
Seek sensation
Grim paradise
Forced to kill
Grown despise
Strip that whore
Well disguised

Delight, entertain randy and numb
In endless terrors unfold that sum
Declined singularities – one by one
Fun is fun and done is done

Fun is fun and done is done
Worship hail the king of scum
The masses there to be slain
Feed the empire of decay


3. PAY DOWN

Detested gentry born this way
Prigs who rule
Keep them at bay
Exhausted corpses hail to bombshell pride
Inhaled ethene and sulfur dichloride

Dismantled through salacious rites
Obtunded porn in bits and bytes
Flash of wit not worth a straw
All grit their teeth pay down their whore

Pay down for more
See right next door
Squalor your score
Pay down

Detested gentry born this way
Banged and reigned
They still obey
Exhausted corpses hail to bombshell pride
Inhaled ethene and sulfur dichloride

Banged and reigned
Banged and reigned
Banged and reigned
They still obey


4. PREDATOR'S TRADE

Monstrous leagues in power
To pretend accountability
Counts through glass the hours
Rouse losers blind to see

Sceneries cremated
Absorbed in agony

Combustive tournament
Tin god‘s parliament
Hail that iconic pride
Worn out stand aside

Predator‘s mandatory trade
This leader‘s ogreish parade

Stripped down at a poker game
Suckers run that ghost of chance
If you lust for the fame
In the fervent heat the sucker‘s got a glance

Tomorrow we will arise
It‘s time for another trail
Whatever they presume to advise
Our freedom has to prevail

Predator‘s mandatory trade
This leader‘s ogreish parade


5. HAIL THE MAMMON

Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth
Money powered justice
Cutting out the truth

Hail the mammon
Hail the mammon
Hail the mammon

Eye for an eye
Time to deny
Condemned to the bill
To obey their will

Hail the mammon
Hail the mammon
Hail the mammon

Idolaters crawling on their knees
Carrying the seed of the disease
Stockpiling the currencies for war
Brutal rolling

Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth
Stench of denial
At the brink of the rude


6. GOD IS AT WAR

March you hordes of the damned
Hear their continual keening
Stench of true violence and faith
See them rotten down and bleeding

God is at war
What is it good for
God is a whore
Who’s getting paid for

Blockheads always take offense
Dalliance growing to delusion
Hail of bullets comprehends
Bloodshed
Grail of diffusion

God is at war
What is it good for
God is a whore
Who’s getting paid for

Hellacious clouds convoys the dance
Walk the dead end of decrial
Forced to see what it meant
Cravenness of denial


7. THE DAY OF THE LORD

Blood red moon
Atrocities abloom
Warfare tales – consume
The paradise of doom

Ignite trenched ground
Grimness spreads unbound
Impaled kings are crowned
To reign their kingdom drowned

So go in for the kill
In the name of the Lord
Guess who pays the bill
During this horrid day

You can afford it

Down at lust exhumed
The horrors we assumed
Prayers feed platoons
Their paradise of doom

So go in for the kill
At the day of the lord
Guess who‘s on the bill
At the day of the lord

You can afford it
In the name of the lord


8. (HIDDEN MILTON)

They looking back, all th‘Eastern side beheld
Of paradise, so late their happy seat,
Wav‘d over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
With dreadful Faces throng‘d and fiery Arms:
Some natural tears they dropp‘d, but wip‘d them soon;
The World was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest (...)
They hand in hand with wand‘ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.