1. SCRIPTURES OF TORMENT

Terrified of an endless prison. When I die do I go to hell?
I will arise from the shackles of God

Blinded by your fathers, controlled by unlimited fear
You were torn from the womb, told what the consume; the tyranny of man

I don't want to die. I am truly terrified
Burn these scriptures of torment, the enemy of human kind
No soul to be saved

A vile being so treacherous. Your faith I despise
Cut me open and see no essence to my being, no soul to be reaved
The true limitless will follow in me, I am your only god the urges you feed

I am weightless. Throw my bones to the dirt
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Freedom for what I've become, no longer victimized by a lie
And maybe you're a sinner?
Awoken like me, no soul to be saved
And maybe you're a killer? There is no God to punish you

I have awoken. You won't go to hell

No God will be able to stop you, no God will be able to control you


2. THE GLASS PURGE

Limitless and cold, my hatred for my own kind
Walk in the steps of a fathers failure, you are abandoned, truly alone

Take off the skin you fear, hand me the throne
Blinded fools, oh the will of the ages. Wrapped in grief, our history
Cover the old bones, bury them deep, or we will pay for the pathetic lives we lead

Thrown are the rotten fruits of Eden, our faces the mound shall blemish
We have been left to our own devices, we deceivers

A parasitic mess, a world I can’t deny. Hold tight for the end is so truly nigh
Void of true vision we are stripped, through the citadel we walk naked
Begging disease, no reprieve for their lies you still believe

Immanent doom if you try to stop me, I will set my gaze upon you
There will be nothing left upon deliverance

Chaliced hands will work these machines until the skin rots from their very bones
Take what you need, you do not own this dying rock

I am more than a despicable servant, fulfilling your needs
I will cast the only verdict concerning me
Limitless and cold, this life we hold

Toast to the embodiment of disgust we hath become. We are the waste expelled from fear, we are the inheritance of a debt so clear. Paved way to the great abomination we call civilization

Blinded fools, oh the will of the ages, wrapped in grief our history
We will pay for the pathetic lives we lead


3. NAGINI'S NOOSE

‘Slither’. I’ve given thought to the destruction, my observation
This life I despise, it’s time to cut the ties. Slither
Enter hell by hanging from a rope. Let them find your rotting release
This is a message for an impotent species

‘If you had a shred of a conscience, you would see the pain you have wrought
Fasten hold the ties, set the room alight, rejoice as you watch your loved ones die
A mortal sin, skin melting. The world will be clean of all vermin’

Now I can see what has caused this, now I can dispense a final justice
We all die alone

‘Slither’
As I stroke the deceased, all who’ve listened to me
Find that my judgment is more than fitting for all who have taken in the name of their false idols

‘I am your conscience, burden in your sleep. I am the constant fucking notion that you’re preying on the weak. I am your will to survive, if you want to live forever remove your eyes
As you lungs gasp for air and you’re breathing one last time, you have a choice, a noble end. Or you can remove your forsaken eyes.’

Now I can see what has caused this, now I can dispense a final justice
Fasten hold the ties, set the world alight. Enjoy seeing every last parasite die

‘As your lungs gasp for air and you’re breathing one last time, rejoice for you die’

My neck bound tight. Suffocation, pure elation
As I swing here dying slow. Suffocation. Defecate


4. THE LOWEST CIRCLE OF HELL (FT. CJ MCMAHON)

I’m not alive. Descent from the sky
Twisting my neck and tearing at the flesh reveals my immortal confine
Two eyes are the ferryman’s price, for where we go, we don’t need sight

Condemned to hell, my soul before the King Minos. His only words, ‘did you think that you would simply rot?’

The hammer fell, judgment for my transgressions. He wouldn’t hear my cries, please let me die. Word of my mortal disease lead me to the mistress of lust

Seeping from the leviathans pores, my greed brought me no salvation
Never ending pockets in my skin that I fill with gold, losing sight of everything can no longer be absolved. Isolation, deprecation, punishment for every nation. Suffering, pure elation, everything you know is gone. Forever drowning in the sparkling filth

Hatred serves me only too well
Anger, condemned to Hell

Welcome to the gates of Dis
Retribution lies within the city of the heretics

They cast me down, they cast me down the River Stix
Violent upheaval, forever burning. My only refuge constant with the scent of death

I am nothing but a seething mass of violence. Carve me for my ignorance, but let me burn the false prophets

It’s cold, inviting, have I found where I belong?

‘Welcome you serpent, to the lowest circle of hell. You will with that you’d never been born, a fitting cage for the lowest form. I am your true God’
Cut me down my father, for I have sinned. Words of the adversary speak truth to the plague within
‘You will suffer and rot for what you are, in the lowest circle of hell’
Suffer. Suffer. In the lowest circle of hell


5. SCRIPTURES OF HATE (FT. MARK POIDA)

Rotting in rhythm, no way to escape. The bone and the skin melt away, only torment remains. In the darkest pits you will find me here

Soul spheres can’t contain my design, never ending hate will surpass my cage
I tear a void in my conscience, I will surpass this dimension, you can’t fucking stop this

Welcoming the birth of a new age
Become the tesseract, forever expanding through time and space
The human race, born from fear will exist through hate
I will show you everything, your past, your choices everything
We are but a cross section of a third dimension I will surpass

Soul spheres contain the essence of existence. Brought to it’s limits, here they suffer, the purest form of anguish. Never ending white noise

Ten million years I have found a new way. Ten million years I can see through the flesh walls. The rotting carcasses shed from new bones begin to eclipse. I can see very well, I can see very well, the blinding truth that I was born to rot in hell. My dimension my existence was nothing more than lore. Nothing more than lore

We were all made to suffer so that the ominous being could see you writhe. I see you now

Your presence here disgusts us. We are the surveyors of your pathetic existence. If you decline you will dissolve the omniverse in hate. What is your will?

My hatred spills over seven dimensions, I have become the destroyer. No God will be able to stop you, no God will be able to control you. Pure hatred


6. THE DEATH OF TEYOLIA (BONUS TRACK)

My love was torn from the grasp of my hands by treacherous beings, the tribes of the madmen
We've never seen usefulness in fighting with the sword, it is an openness of mind that has kept us enlightened
So to the fall of our lives, the El Dorado have slaughtered my tribe
I shall return to you, the Shaman will heed my howl in the night sky
I am warned by the witch I may never return, “this lesson of death, cannot be unlearned.”
Blood drains from my eyes. Solitude, as I slowly fade from this life
Send my soul to Skyland
Heaven is not the end for me. You made us so unholy. You made us, you fucking owe me
“I come to you spirits of the Skyland to ask that you show me to the beating heart of my own”
“You have come here seeking simply what we cannot give you. Your lovers soul, resides below
The God of El Dorado has possession of his soul. You must got back and kill them all
You must reave all that you see, for it is owed to us.”
Tribes of El Dorado, your avarice will send you all to the depths. Oh yes it will
Contrary to the pain I’m in, I'm quite alive it seems, I am simply enjoying their faces melt from bone
I can't believe I’m doing this, I really should be helping this. I can't believe I'm doing this there's something not quite right. I can't believe I'm doing this, I'm really quite enjoying this. I am so glad I am doing this, I'm really quite alive
Here we are again. This time, I will arise. This time, I will arise, victorious. I bring absolution
The insanity eloping me
“You are now lost. Born from the past and sold into the gloom. Your Gods have betrayed you
So begins the trials of your kind. Another burden of lust, a slow climb to the divine. Make peace with your tomb. Loveless and cold and alone.”