1. THE BEGINNING

Wake up on threshold of the forest,
Although the magic dreams have not pass,
Consciousness it was, from now to the end of days,
I will gain the knowledge about things within fraction of second!

Contour of face...
That don't belong to years unnamed...
I will search for heal from the roar of Aeons!

In gale of thunder and agony screams,
I will avoid stone carved roads and bridges.

And the night will breed the undisclosed fear in me.
Cause I desired to gaze behind the curtain of time...

And know the name, out of this world,
I wanted to see the visage foreign for Aeons.
Now I know that one, I desired to meet,
Infiltrates me now...

Intoxicated by opium,
To banish dreams.
Whispering spells to take back his sight,
Trying to catch the breath.
In smoke of incense
To search for sunlight
in darkness of night.

Oh, Ibn Khalikan,
Life is progressing carcass,
You have proofed it first...

I will stare into bottomless abyss
Hiding from the dream, afraid of His eyes...
I have no might over my flesh,
And I know that death is just... the beginning!

Death is just the beginning!
Death is just the beginning!
Death is just the beginning!


2. ROT NO MORE

Rot no more! This is where you belong!
You're here to survive and believing,
That even if you will die, your soul destroyed,
Your corpse will do more than all living.
What is that illness consuming your body,
Compared to ulcer-filled soul?

What is death in face of a life
By worms of existence gnawed?
Blood that gushes from wounds is ever so sweet...
It brings death in the place of sacrifice.
Until red becomes rust, until ritual lasts.

Deceived by gods, emissary of damned,
Who hear screams of torn-apart souls.
When horizon and ether is flood with red,
They will find peace among gashes of wind.

Tainted with droplets of blood,
Will perform the rites of disfigured Gods.
Weapons of flesh, drowning in pain.
They die...

Will they be demons, or benevolent gods,
That has been rejected by jealous old ones?
They will rise against the master in time,
And bring sunrise of new age to come!


3. TESTIMONY OF FROZEN SOUL

Under the arctic ice, huddled in terror,
Corpses untouched by time, in chains imprisoned.
Bounds which cannot rot, nor rust, fire and blood!
Frozen body of one who saw gods beyond space and time!

His eyes are testimony,
Testimony of frozen soul.
Engaged in unholy ceremony,
Joined with the gods of old.

When world was young and mankind was future,
Old races ruled the Earth and were called deities.
Their cursed names unspoken by human being,
But their legacy is still inside us.

IA AKKATH!!!

First humans saw their power, beheld their might,
They know of stars and mighty underplains.
Inhuman magic beyond comprehension,
Might and greatness non-Euclidean!
When humans saw Old Race, they knew feeling worship,
Enslaved rised pyramids, sphinxes, cromlechs.
Gods gone since Holocen era,
Left behind their codex
Of signs, symbols and secrets
For generations to decyphre.

Megalithic structures erected on every landmass,
The aeons lie dead, but legacy stands high!

Frozen eyes of last one, which saw twilight of Old Race,
Sensation of horror cast in Antarctic ice.
When he was discovered, brought to the world to behold,
One could see fear and terror, never described by words.


4. BLACK MIRROR

Warned me the grim Prophet
To not awake those phantoms,
To beware of the black omens...

He was the wise one who came from Egypt,
He knew the speech of Amon and writing of Ra,
To put my curiosity in muzzle,
Of which I haven't been able to embrace...
From his sanctuary deep in the forest.

I have stolen the yellowed scrolls and the black mirror.
To know this, that undiscovered should remain!

May sanctified be my name!
To let me know yours, my lord!
A servant of Thee, unspeakable in this prayer,
Summons for witness Thy companions black.

May the dust from Thy incense
Purify the air.
And water from this jewel chamber
Infiltrate the womb of a soil!

Raise the dead! x4

Raise the dead x4!

In circle made by salt naked, I kneel,
I hold my kosthoger and Obsidian mirror.
Awaiting the gaze to see the sign and prophecy
With pleasant smell for thee.


5. TORN BY AEONS

Die, die, die...
Fall from the sky.
Kill, kill, kill...
The creatures of light...

Thee I bring words of this prayer
Of which one's force I know by the dreams (of Yalisbo Ibuzod),
Show me Thy face hidden from the creatures of matter...
Whose name remains unknown for named worlds!

Rot my flesh, soul torn by Eons,
Gods, give me worth
To speak Thy name!

Thee, who spreads the shroud of night on Earth,
Let me hear Thy whisper,
Beyond the corridors of city drown,
On the border of worlds!

Fulfill the spell, what speak the stars
What whispers the wind of night.
And the raindrops that hit the glass...
Hear my prayer... I die...

I wander my sight among dreams,
Searching Thy shadow away...
To hear Thy whisper, I desire,
Louder than legion of roaring demons.
But I'll fight till death, if this is Thy will!
I'll know that name and discover
The visage hidden from life...

Thee I bring words of this prayer
Of which one's force I know by the dreams (of Yalisbo Ibuzod),
Show me Thy face hidden from the creatures of matter...
Whose name remains unknown for named worlds!
Die, die, die!


6. IN THE NAME OF THE UNHOLY SPIRIT

In darkness unknown
That summons power.
Like in dream embedded
Calling deaf and blinded.

Find the well that feeds them,
The children of night.
Whispers call the uncalled
In the mossy adobe...
The children of night.

Magic that flows, shivering,
Through cold air that you breathe besides dead trees...
Sacrifice night!

In the name of unholy spirit,
I am carrying a burning torch,
To the lectern on which
Withered laurels of life are rested.

Life that is wail,
Imprisoned in death,
Gift for unholy spirit,
Bled form life,
Sacrificial lamb...

Fire! Not of this world.
Swampy stench of burning,
Like idea was burnt
Living only the purpose.

Burn, burn, burn,
In the name of unholy spirit!
Die, die, die,
In the name of unholy spirit!


7. PALLADIUM IN FIRE

The grim Prophet, my guardian known...
Does he want to protect me?
Does he want the stop of me?
Nobody shall ever know...

A fire was sucking out the remains of stinking air,
From the mossy walls of sanctuary.
Licking the scrolls from Megiddo and scripts from Ur,
Melted waxed figures of unknown beings.

Palladium in fire!

Sanctuary of my mentor turned into a center of a furnace,
As the can be made by evil Asthur!
Acid smoke was licking remains of sweat and blood
From a grave upon corpses laid...

They die in flames!

Somebody shake near the feel of black scapegoat,
But a soot in his twisted mouth,
Was closing agonal screams in his throat
Or the yell of Prophet defeated...

He walks away, not knowing I share his destiny
Forgotten woods, surrounding his home.
Becoming the grave for my soul.
I was marked with a sign...

Sanctuary of my mentor turned into a center of a furnace,
As the can be made by evil Asthur!
Acid smoke was licking remains of sweat and blood
From a grave upon corpses laid...

They die in flames!!!

Palladium in fire!


8. THE BLACK

Dawn, which in this day was restoring the life,
To those, who was drowned in their dreams,
Took me away to subsistence and ordered.
My death to smell like the morning...

I walked through the labyrinths of kingdom underneath,
In foreign, flesh - impure and full of maggots.
Slave-bitches of Toth mangled me
And I was wounded by yelling Nishubhur.
Inside saint flame of Nuskhu!
Take me away from this grave!

Ninnghzmidd with serpent skin
Poisoned by its venom, the remains of my soul.
Yet I hear spongy steps of Namtar.
And he, who hangs in the balance of times...

I'ag Cthul! I'ag Cthul! I'ag Cthul! I'ag Cthul!

In odor of rotten incense
On the fractioned piece of while.
I've smelled something strange burning,
A part of me was convinced, at last...


9. ETERNAL FLAME IS BURNING

Heaven is burning,
Screams all around,
God who lost his power
and mind...
Death gains life
It appears before life starts,
God's throne is burning
Same as heaven!
With silent cry of absolute despair
Where is Hope?
On the bottom of hell!
Punishing hand of creator
Last time appears
Not from swollen clouds...

But flames of fire
Let his kingdom burn!
Usurper and creator falls!

Cursed giver of life,
Harvester of death.
Omens in the sky
Harbring death of the gods.
Jahwe, Allah, Siwa
Cursed for eternity and time,
Who has no mercy upon them!

As fire, wastes their religions guts.
Of hopeless men, for whom
Life starts to make a sense when it ends.
However, eternal flame is burning!
On the pile of god's promises.

...And god was burnt
Wasted by fire of his oaths!
Broken every day,
Killed by his own commandments!

Hunted by his own worshipers,
Deserved the pity,
He never gave to his sheep.
Master of defeat has died.
He burned and vanished,
Only morbid works left.


10. NECROMANTIC

Graveyard shadow lures with tree claws,
Abluted in dead moonlight.
Rush breath and heartbeat shatter to dust,
Silence and peace, stagnant.

She was sleepwalking bewitched by a dream,
With every step crypt doors come wider apart.
Where lies the ice-cold corpse of the one,
Who was meant to be hers, 'til death do them part.

And wind was calling their names aloud,
Grave jewels filled the darkness with glitter.
She went in and joined her lips in kiss,
To his cold lips, frozen in deathly rigor.

Until the death will bind them.

The stench of rot, repugnant sweetness,
Exploding emotions, desire and lust,
Rotting corpse seemed to return her favors
Madness and carnal love to the last.

In the shadows summoned by candle,
Necromantic orgy and sin unimagined,
Is this corruption the words can't describe?
Or is this Love trumping death?

Their union lasts long years,
„Until Death do us part”
If the stones could talk, they would tell about them:
„Until Death do us apart”.

“Until day death will bind them”...

In your cold embrace, he holds her.
Skeletal palms her body fondle.
She took her place between the rotten organs,
From crimson lips she licks the taste of offal.