1. PROPHET'S SPEECH ONE

I feel that my time is fierce coming to an end
Therefore I'm going to use the hours
Till my dawn to write down my life
It began centuries ago.


2. SYMPHONY OF THE BLACK ABYSS

Wandering through my dreams
I arrive at the midpoint of the world
The view on this etherial reality
Extincts all memories of my former life

A diabolical power forces me to step into the black cathedral
With feverish eyes I follow the way
Of flickering torches
A huge hall welcomes me after a while

An old book decorated with symbols and faces
Seems to be the heart of the dome
My fingers are trembling as I open the first chapter
With a whispering voice I read the secret words

From the sign by 5 black candles
Read out the occult letters
V.I.T.R.I.O.L.

By a flash the ground is opened
And the abyss devours my body
Feeling the eternity
I am fusing with the black
My mouth forms a silent scream
My soul bursts in a million sparks
Ripped by the cosmic force
I don't need it anymore

Myriad stars show me the way to knowledge
Their light burns out my eyes
I don't need them anymore

The body of mine drifts into a new existence
Deeper and deeper I dive into
The infinite abyss of my gloomy desires

Visions of long passed times are glowing in my mind
Suddenly I see the cosmic key of creation

I recognize the nature of the universe

No, it wasn't god - it was me
Only with my thoughts I created this world

The immortality of myself freezes my emotions
I don't need them anymore
Am I god? Have I reached all knowledge?

A new whirl pulls me deeper into the dimension of silence
In a gallery of glimmering soulpieces
I see another altar carrying a second book
Once again I read the words

Lux occulta

It burns my own final thought and then I know...

I am only one of 1000 new born gods
With the permission to serve the author of the books

So I am damned to know the truth
But able to see...
Able to see
Able to see


3. PROPHET'S SPEECH TWO

So I've reached knowledge and the ability
To wander between dimensions and aeons
And to see forthcoming ages


4. THE VALKYRIES

At the beginning of the 10th century
A nation mighty and boldly
Reigned over the oceans - the Vikings

In 901 they lost Dublin
They invaded to North-Thumberland
And founded in York a new realm
In 913 they undertook the attempt
To reconquer their former Irish kingdom
In 916 all shall be decided in the battle of Confey

Old sagas relate about this battle
They tell about twelve belldames
The valkyries, which took part on the clash

Side by side by the Vikings
Against the Irish king
Against the archbishop of Armagh
Against christianity

Wide spaned is the webbing
As a sign of the battle
The people are raising
Blood rains

Braided of intestines
Strong taut with skulls
Strike with sword battle webbing
Shaft shall burst shield shall crush

Through harness the battleaxe
Shall pierce
Harm will come over the Irish
Never expiring in their mind

The work is woven at the battlefield
Bane and horror cross the land
Bloody clouds cover the sky
The air is red by the blood of heroes
Whom our verdict ordained to victims
We sing tunes of victory
To the young king we sing hail

Spur the horses to quicker run
With bare sword ride away

So they rode away
Six to the south and six to the north
From this time on
The Vikings shall reign over the lands

Several generations
The Irish couldn't regain their former home
Which was captured by the Vikings


5. PROPHET'S SPEECH THREE

I was confronted with the mighty...creatures
Angels and demons were created
Only to be destroyed in battles between
The dark and the bright empires
At the end the infernal legions got their right
But who counts the losses?


6. FALLS AND RIGHT

Once upon the time I was the mightiest seraphim
I brought the light and justice in the name of god
All of the cherubs respected me for being the prince
Until the creation of his son
I've been the highest archangel
Now this bastard shall be god's right hand
And propagate his will

So I fell for the first time from god's grace
To become one of a myriad nameless cherubs
During this time a new child grew up in me
Her name is hate

Together with like-minded cherubs I planned the rebellion
To overthrow the throne of god

But the divine weapons were more succesful...

I find myself lying in an ocean of fire
My wings are burned by hungry flames
After the clash between the mightiest legions
And the heavenly throne I fell for a second time

But now into the glowing nothingness
My feet are bound in chains of burning iron
The darkest infernal leaders share my fate

Ashamed of the defeat
I ram my sword into the black stone
And scream for revenge
"You might have won a clash but not the war!!!"

My rage's echo reaches the halls of god
"One day I'll spread my wings and rise again!!!"
The upcoming battle against the divine archangels
Will mean their ultimate downfall

I unite my legions again
The black angels swords are raised
Myriad eyes of embattled seraphim and cherubs,
Once fallen and enslaved, are waiting for my sign

A second time the weapons will strike
To end the dominion of heaven
Mountains will be displaced

Worlds built in aeons are to be destroyed in one moment
With our new weapons we will bring the lightworld's end
The unbearable allmight of god and his son
I'll stop with my scythe

Then their impaled heads will decorate my pandaemonium
The archangel's wings will be the ornaments
Of my coat of arms
And my name will shake the worlds again
Lucifer


7. PROPHET'S SPEECH FOUR

On my journeys I arrived in the dark Middle Ages
Here I faced the mighty author
Of the two unknown books eye to eye
It shouldn't be the last time


8. HYMN TO THE WITCHING NIGHTSKY

Like a cloak of black velvet the night covers the land
Protecting the black welcomes the creatures banished by men
Deathlike silence crawls through
The veins of the dark forest
Through the boughs of the trees
The blackened nightsky gleems

The knowledge of existance of black magic
Let's them groan expectant
Only some animals are feeling
The omens of the coming witching hour

Floating clouds in the sky give
The fullmoonlight a mystic look
After a while two dragonwings are building
The cupola of this magic place
His breath hides the arrival like an opaque fog
Spellfilled the sulphuric air vibrates

A second later witches and warlocks
Are dancing in a circle of burning thoughts
Ancient trees are bordering the mephisto waltz

The devil's eye beyond the forbidden scenery
Is watching over the children of the night
Ecstatic twitched bodies
Are wriggling under stars burning up
Again and again
The horns of propagation are fusing
With the witches wombs

Tonguelike flames are lickering
The hidden points of lust
Breathfountains of the exhausted
Are condensing in the icecold air
Of the witching nightsky

Without any notion
The mankind oversleeps this orgiastic
Celebration

The 12th hour is the term of the demonic procreation
By an eruption of sperm and blood
The eye is shut satisfied

In the 13th hour the new procreated
Are leaving the protecting shells
All stillborn find their way back
Into the diabolical throat

Being the essence of the master's existance
By a sign of the sixfingered claw
The witchcraft has been stopped
The air is mixed with the smell
Of sexual intercourse and silence

Unable to move
The crowd is waiting
Because a shadow
Is wandering through the rows

Lying on the face of a young witch
The shadow's fingers caress her body
She feels them like a breeze
Between her virgin thighs

Her mouth starts moaning
Until she screams because of her lust
But she still doesn't know
She is screaming her sentence of death

Her body is burning
Until a statue of ash

Is the last evidence of her former existance
By satan's breath the icon breaks up
And a million pieces spread over the ground
Not before this the night discharges
Their children from the devil's service
Until he calls to worship again


9. PROPHET'S SPEECH FIVE

My eyes witnessed the end of uncountable lives
In the same way as I saw universes falling down


10. MY TEARS MIRROR

Like a ring of thorns I feel the spell around my heart
I remember the time I became the one I am
I was the scythe of the great father called death

Now the gate to his garden shall be opened for myself
A dark vision that becomes true

For decades I'm having longed
For eternal silence
In a dimension of cold darkness
Without any motion
I am lost between two worlds

Dream and reality - life and death

Forever I am jailed in a mightless body
I am chained to walls of fear
So long I fled from this nightmare named life
The view on the fucking cross ripped me from inside

But as godless as I was born I will die
I hate this life and I hate this god for being so blind

Restless I wander through the no man's land of my soul
A lovelorn life will end this night
Black candles are spreading a neverknown warmth
I see faces in the mirror at the wall

They are calling me: "Come with us!!"
So I follow them through the reflection of my life

Splinters of glass run through my hands
Like a razorblade they open my skin
Cutting my hateful face
All I still taste is blood - my blood

Warm and soft like velvet it covers my freezing soul
A bloody tear leaves my impaled eye
And I am home


11. PROPHET'S SPEECH SIX

Soon my eyesight would turn into black
With the final prophecy
I want to close the third unknown book
It's a prophecy about your future
And I'm sure it will be a sinister
One for the whole of creations


12. THE NIGHT OF THE NEW EMPEROR

When the night devours the day
And the sun drowns in an ocean of blood
The forest betrays its most gloomy secret

Satyrs and goblins are waking up out of their daysleep
Witches and demons are waiting for their master
A chosen virgin receives the diabolical grace
Her pain and her death will be the birth
Of the new ruler of this dead world

Virgin's heartblood will feed the young prince of death
After 666 years the time is right for a new battle

It's a clash defeating the christian tyranny
The end of the lightages is coming right now

Each of the blinded will get his own infernal fire

By the changing light of this fullmoonnight
The reign of the new emperor begins


13. PROPHET'S SPEECH SEVEN

Now in the hour of my dawn
I am able to hear his voice again
...On the right side of his pandemonic throne
And now the time is right for...
To become the new prophet of chaos


14. DER PROPHET DES CHAOS

Ein Kreis aus roten Roben
Bildet den Ursprung des kommenden Endes
Die Konstellation der Gestirne
Beschreibt ein Pentagramm
Überlieferte Beschwörungsformeln
Schreiben das Blut eines Kindes vor

Kraftvoll und rein ist es die Essenz des Rituals
Ein schwarzer Dolch durchstösst den zuckenden Leib
Das kleine, noch schlagende Herz
Untermalt den Rhythmus der Zeremonie

Der Wald atmet die Schwärze der Magie
Flüsternde Stimmen verstärken sich zu einem
Chor erwartungvoller Kehlen

Plötzlich taucht ein violettes Leuchten
Den Himmel in ein unheilvolles Licht
Ein Blitz durchschneidet die andächtige Stille

Prophet des Chaos

Fassunglos erleben sie die Wiedergeburt de ältesten Macht
Die unkontrollierbare Kraft seines unbegreiflichen Wesens
Nimmt sich die Körper derer Menschen, die abschworen,
Abschworen der göttlichen Gnade...

Die Zeit des invertierten Kreuzes ist der Untergang
Aller schwacher Kreaturen
Fetzen der Seelen treiben in das dimensionslose Schwarz
Schattenlos werden sie eins mit zwielichten Sphären

Die Luft ist durchtränkt
Von den Schreien sterbender Engel
Nur noch wie ein Hohn wirkt das Reich Gottes
Von der eigenen Schöpfung
In ein bedeutungsloses Nichts gestürzt

Prophet des Chaos

Aus leeren Augenhöhlen rinnt schwarzes Blut
Und bildet einen See neuen Lebens
Ein aus dem Blut tausender geborener Sohn
Erhebt sich als der Prophet des Chaos

Unaufhaltsam folgt er seiner Bestimmung
Nach dem Willen Satans...

Prophet des Chaos
Prophet einer Zeit voll Schmerz

Und aus der Weite seiner Dimension
Dringt das Lachen des Herrn der Welt
Meines Vaters...