1. FALLEN ANGEL

Humble yourself, give him a bow
Bow down, this is your Lord
Renounce your pride, give him a bow.

Humble yourself
Don't wait, or his wrath will strike you
Renounce your pride, give him a bow

Give a bow, or else he'll curse your name
Satan, my brother - peace or anger

He has made a choice and since then evil has come upon the earthly paradise
Death picks his harvest

Sin and disease rages, the world is suffering - a victim of his pride
Death picks his harvest

Give him a bow, damned is your name
This is a hand - your last chance - don't reject it

He bleeds, wails, staggers
But is still alive
Without a birthmark each enemy
Blasphemy doesn't have it's end
And once the Lord loved him
He sat down among the angels at his feet
But pride and conceit drove him to rebellion
Torture by wild temptation
He walked away, first promising revenge and death

He longed for power
And since then the battle has been going on
And the one who fights hasn't brought peace but the sword

Who will win this war?

Give him a bow, damned is your name
This is a hand - your last chance - don't reject it

Father, why did you banish me?
The punishment so severe
In my madness I've sown sin
Forgive me, Father, I hate you!

I want blood and your souls!


2. I SPIT IN YOUR FACE

Stone walls, the stench of graves
Dark vaults and hungry rats
The Blasphemous roar of Hell
The black flashes of torches

Black crows, souls of the dead
Buried at the dead of night
Without fear you're awaiting their pranks
Because the Cross is on your chest

You reign in the castle of death
Your eyes delight in tortures
Insane thoughts shake
the fanatic's body

Dragged by the power of your rules
I'm fettered in chains
Given to you for sacrifice
Insane demon's thoughts

You say you fight for the good
That you are the Lord's messenger
Blood from my wounds soaks the monk's habit
In which you've clad your body

My body is trembling in pain
And thoughts cloud over torture
These are your hands holding the torches
Your arm is raising a whip

I spit in your face
I spit in your face
I spit in your face
I spit in your face

You have me - oppressor
I yell as you want me yell
You have me - oppressor
You have me

Blasphemies, dark truths
Which you're forcing into my mouth
To sentence me to death
To accuse me of heresy

Who is He, in whose name
You inflict these horrible tortures
You kill, set stakes on fire
You know His name!

The Beast's fire burns in your eyes
When your mouth worships the Supreme
Your Lord raises his hand with a whip
And sets fire to innocent bodies

I spit in your face
I spit in your face
I spit in your face
I spit in your face

You have me - oppressor
I yell as you want me yell
You have me - oppressor
You have me


3. TEARS OF SATAN

I'm hanging in chains
Infernal fire burns and tortures my body
I'm silent, too proud to cry
But I beg you to pity my soul
A bitter tear in my eye –

I meant the best
I created the whole world of love
The Father envious of his power
The power of his fist has crushed me

Tears of Satan
Tears of Satan

I'm still a Son of God
I'm still a Son of God

Spurned, thrust down
into the Abyss!

Tears of Satan
Tears of Satan

I am alone
I am silently crying
All's lost, eternal darkness
There is no limit to my suffering
The hatred of the crowd follows me

Tears of Satan
Tears of Satan

I'm still a Son of God
I'm still a Son of God


4. DECEIVED

Now you feel only pain, pain
The scream vibrates
Terrible palms of fire caress you
Behind the throne of Death no one is waiting

In fire - death!

Crime, man, verdict - suffer at the stake
For your thoughts the fiery king will devour you
Trampled - step by step you are crawling along
People are spitting on you


In fire - death!

Where is your Lord now?
He deceived you, swindled and you are alone
Long nights of torture, bestial roar
Torture instructed you in your
insanity

In fire - death !

You are alone, the Lord laughs
You are wailing alone - heaven is hell
You are burning - he has won
You wan't to cry but you can't
Wild torment is tearing your throat apart

Satan, help me
I implore on my knees for your favour
At the last moment of pain I'm selling my life
Take my soul

In fire - death!

Your Lord - a traitor, Satan - an oppressor
They are amused, you are dying
Your torment is their fun
The sweet sound of your scream

Deceived!
Deceived!
Deceived!
Deceived!

The ruler of the night is amused
Each of your groans is his delight
The Lord presents him with a soul
In return for the debt


5. SIMON PETER

Judas gave away the Son of Man
When he was praying in the Garden
Angry apostles cried:
"Master! May we raise our swords?"

The time of darkness' power's come
The flame was stifled with envy
Caught by the chief priest
Battered with sticks

Peter was one of the disciples
Satan insisted on his death
The master asked him not to lose his faith
His faith

"Master", said Peter,
"with you I'm ready to go to death."
"Don't swear!
Today you'll deny me."

In the yard fire flared
They were sitting in a circle
Treacherous flames shone on their faces

"Gallilean! You were with him. Your name is Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The first cock crowed.
"You were with him. Your name is Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The second cock crowed.
"You were with him. You - Simon Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The third cock crowed.

Traitor denied three times for the fear of death.
Is it a sin?
When the cock crowed the third time
Is it a sin?

When the time has come
The master turned his eyes to Peter's face
He felt the bitterness of loss and shame
He left, conquered by fear.

Is it a sin?
Is it a sin?
Is is a sin?

“You were with him. Your name is Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The first cock crowed.
"You were with him. Your name is Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The second cock crowed.
"You were with him. You - Simon Peter."
"It isn't me, I don't know him"
The third cock crowed.


6. DESTRUCTOR (SEWER OF GRAVES)

Strength, magic power
Creates a monster composed of dead bodies

Creeping carcass –
of death's house vengeance

Blind giants forge the armour
Of clean hearts

Creeping carcass –
of death's house vengeance

Weird nightmares - an assassin is born stripped of feelings
Lord of darkness and fear
Nightmare turns the world into hell
In battlefield bloom the flowers of fire

Destructor!
Destructor!
Destructor!
Destructor!

Powerful and evil
Who'll set us free?

Creeping carcass –
of death's house vengeance

Oh, Lord have pity, release us from his hands!

Creeping carcass –
of death's house vengeance

Fear is with him, the sewer of graves
Anger fills the bowels of evil
He destroys holy places
devoted to resurrection

Saliva boils with hatred,
Sinks in the ground mixed with blood
The damned are walking along
Blind instruments under the curse of power

Many have dies of those
Who turned to spit in his face

Death picks
his harvest

The sky opens,
The Monster burns in flames

He who was kept faith,
will live forever!


7. INTO THE DARK

I am sitting in darkness,
on the throne, in the fire of waves,
The Lord of creatures,
my power reaches heaven's gates

Down on your knees,
Turn your prayers to me!
I'm your Lord,
you're my amusing flock

Through the prism of the night
I'm looking at your wicked world
I burst out laughing
When the flower of war blooms in flames

You miserable puppets,
you dance to my tune
Cruel desire,
I'm kindling in you a killing madness!

My heart turned black long ago,
Far from here
My evil thoughts devour
The leprosy of wrath!

I once spat down the drain
And you originated
Your souls are evil,
I poisoned, with blackness, your dreams

No one will save you,
you'll serve only me
My soul longs
for your blood
I want you to live in torture
Under curse:
Die and decay into blackness!

Countless are sacrifices
Which you'll bring me
Millions of souls
Which the turmoil of holy war will draw in

It's me who's flinging
Torches among you
So that in the horde's eyes
Explodes the flash of madness

Death is the title of the song
Which I'm playing today
I slip swords into hands,
Watching their cruel dance

No one will save you,
you'll serve only me
My soul longs
for your blood
I want you to live in torture
Under curse:
Die and decay into blackness!


8. CRYING WOMAN

Midnight has spread out
Call of owl breaks silence
And sobs of a shape dressed in white
Crying woman

Voice
Desperate sorrow
She is rinsing her pain with blood
Crying woman

She gave him love and her virginity
He left her bared
Leaving empty nights behind
Crying woman

She fell to his knees
"See you have two children”
He shouted: “Go away”
Crying woman

Madwoman rushes along the streets
Her dress is stained with blood
Her weeping will wake us up
Till the end of the system of those things

This mother, mother will be calling
Her children, children killed at night

My children are unhappy