1. FIELDS OF DEATH

They breathe the air of death since they were born
'Cause in their fate there's no will to live
They trust the lies of a dying world ruled by fist
By their eyes the doom of men is carried to the highest State
Beneath the dirt they slide across the stains of despair.

Hear their speechless voices
Screaming for the pain
Burying their humanities
Among thee fields of death.

Fields of death!

The burning of the iron throne by the hands of the strong Ones
And reach the might of a heartless crown is for what you Send them to die
Through the strenght of violence you claim what your hands Just cannot reach
You took the youth away of their lives and gave them guns In exchange.

Hear their speechless voices
Screaming for the pain
Burying their humanities
Among these fields of death.

Fields of death!


2. STANDARIZED

It's just the same work
He just said the same joke
They're playing the same game
And apparently not scared.

It's just the same work
And they use the same words
They are sure that is real
Just the same thoughts, the same ideas.

Turn on the machine!
Mass production of minds.
Turn on the machine!
Hypnotized, standarized.
Turn on the machine!
Guarranty won't last.
Turn on the machine!

This is just the same world
And so it's creatures from below
They're carving all the fantasies
For the brain washing begins.

So, this is now the real world
Enslavement of humanity masked by the face of God
And this is the reality in wich all people shall trust
The raping of identity as dispolsal of the souls.

Turn on the machine!
Mass production of minds.
Turn on the machine!
Hypnotized, standarized.
Turn on the machine!
Guarranty won't last.
Turn on the machine!

They take control, they'll domintate
It'll keep you inside this hole
As the machine rolls on inside
They'll keep you just standarized.

Turn on the machine!
Mass production of minds.
Turn on the machine!
Hypnotized, standarized.
Turn on the machine!
Guarranty won't last.
Turn on the machine!


3. THRASHING TERROR

Like a violence storm he moves through day and night,
The hunter of a thousand flames comes ripping to destroy Your life,
Force fueled by hatred, a hand for the holocaust
It’s the anger reincarnated into the form of a being who's Vile.

He's coming closer
No life by dawn
See a black hole sunset
With hopeless eyes.

Beware the haunting shape of death...
Rise of the black eyed bringer of pain...

Trails to annihilation by the relentless machine,
A genocidal bloodred sky, the horrors unseen
Never ending torment as skies crumble down
There’s a new wave of terror that's blowing all around.

The gates have opened
There's no escape
Thrashing madness
Filled with rage.

Beware the haunting shape of death...
Rise of the black eyed bringer of pain...


4. INTO THE CRYPTS OF RAYS (CELTIC FROST COVER)

Years of plead, behind the walls
Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright
Unspoken Words, in pain and dread
140 lives passed his hands

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

Alluring children for his masses
Robbing and buying young souls
Sacrifice to morbid demons
Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

"So this is for the morbid one,
The braveless and sick
Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs
Sexual offence and perverted rites
Watching them limp and die...
Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams
Halfway came true..."

As a late medieval's French marshall
Unrestrained, with endless ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
...The rising of his soul to god...

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...

Overdone Mystism and
Desperate Satanism (Ha!)
Are just one small step apart
There's no human scheme in the beyond...

Gilles De Rais... the perverted son
The holy man... hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays...