1. FROM CHAOS

(Instrumental)


2. AMBIGUOUS DELIRIUM

Nought ...

Vivacious in shining gardens.
When god absolves your ignorance.

Sleeping with shadows of cedars.
You love your life and this joyance.

You pray for your chilish desires,
To something you never felt.

To something you never saw.
To someone you never have.

It's for when you are sunken inside lies,
Where you don't belong.

Descending in baseless emptiness.
Revolving inside of nought.

And anguished by disjointed perceptions,
In illusive incoherent thought.

Invisible discordance of time.
Indeterminate sense into pace.

And tearful by disjointed perceptions,
In unreal silence of grief.

It's for when you are drifting inside of reality,
Where you really are.

Believe me there's nothing than nothing.
It's immense cycle and cypher.

You think not I know what I say.
You think not I know what I say.

Just feel that discordance of nature.
Believe in erosion of creature.

Deny those illusive perceptions.
And accept your natural depression.

Believe in resumption of death.
Believe in departure of breath.

I saw a disorder in motions.
I saw those repugnant emotion.

And forget sensations you sought.
Then fall into silence of nought.

You think not you knew what I said.
You think not you know what I'll say.

For I saw that infinite twister blackness,
Drowned its creatures in its absolute gloom,
And thence whatever we know,
Is positive obscurity of an absent reality, no more.

You are sunken in that gloom and this is not life,
Because gradually you outwear, to complete a cycle.
Be sure you'll never hide from erosion and revival,
That's epidemic.
Now if you think you have a soul,
I should to say that's nothing except your nerves,
That will stop with natural erosion of your luscious flesh.
A glorious materialistic death.
Now you can curse your parents,
Or hate this stupid humanity and their daydream.
You can cut your flesh with a razor,
Or you can call the police or emergencies.
Or you can ... what am I talking about?
I think not ... let ... I look again
Ok I was a child and my dad hurt
What? ... am I insane? ... where I am?
What am I talking about?
What am I talking about?
What's this darkness?
Please somebody tell me what's wrong with me?
No I'll be fine I'm sure ... I'll be fine
And I'll be there again, yeah
No I don't know, I'm not sure, I'm not sure
Psychosis?
What?
Cycle?
Emptiness?
Emptyness?

Huahaa


3. WITH WRATH SO DIVINE

I curse the name of God
And I curse the name of light
I have no sight in this infinite deafening night

With hatred rendered to one
with withering voices of my passed past
With emptiness so deeply pressing
With Death lingering ever so near
With fate whispering vengeance into my ear,
With wisdom erased by borrowed time,
With terror shadowing behind,
With roads leading aimlessly in circles,
With hatred so divine.

To quench the throat of murder,
Until all sins are devoured, to remain graveless

The climax of boiling sins summon my presence
The time has come to punish pestilence
Cries of suffering echo as they go unheard
I'll rip your throat; I'll piss down your spine

I'll shred your innards, and chew your guts
I'll spew venom in your heart; I'll devour your soul
I'll use your head as my lantern,
And I'll leave you for dead.

I am the black prophet
With wrath so divine


4. BEYOND HUMAN MALICE

Leave me rot, upon the bloody stairwell of blackness.

From a lake of purity, now in the form of a black dead dove.

Molten souls petrified to igneous,

With incomprehendable sadism,
Beyond human malice.