1. SUNKEN IN STYX - PART I : SUBMERSION

(Instrumental)


2. SUNKEN IN STYX - PART II : DESCENT

Endless march down the dead end
On broken glass, every broken mirror
A shattered self, empty – hollow
And the remains are trampled to dust and beyond

Through smouldering fields swept off the joyful laughter
Everything burned and erased
Peace has turned into eternal slaughter
As the past descends into the waves

Vaults filled with your dreams of blood and iron
Caged fears and lusts, painfully oppressed
The pulse of Hades, the Odem of Thanatos
Gentle breeze, forging oceans of souls

Stripped of mortal flesh
Stripped of sins and guilt
Stripped of sense and mind
Sunken in Styx
No matter the heroic acts, nor the vile betrayal
Kings and beggars, sinners and saints
The crooked lines meet where emperors serve and slaves reign
There’s no dignity in burial grounds
But decay, rot, worms and shit
At least there is use in your end
As there was none in your fucking life

Into the heavens ascend
To the hollow realms of hypocrites
Wander the ruins
In search for blessings obsolete

Into the darkness descend
To the obsidian planes of Erebos
Wander the ruins
Become lost and buried by aeons


3. ELEGANCE OF IRONY

Come forth! Gleam in the east
Dusk of a new day
Appear and enlighten
Uncover every blemish

As rats chew on the cadaver of aeons
As monuments wither beyond recognition
Under the march of modern slavery
Ground to dust, scattered in the winds

The elegance of irony
A sight to behold
Hopefully, it enlightens other worlds

Between light and dark
Between recognition and obscurity
Between oblivion and repression
Certainty is lurking, waiting
No hymns of praise will sound
The yoke of silence will fall
No light will come from the sun
Bones to ashes, souls to dust

Bring forth a son, his name be war
His body be steel, his words falling bombs
Bring forth a daughter, her name be famine
Her gaze be drought, her touch spoiled harvest
Bring forth a bastard, his name be pestilence
His breath be plague, his semen be poison
Bring forth the last child
His name be carved in tombstones
And his will be done


4. THE REDEMPTIVE END

I see a pale moon rise into the nightly sky
pure rays breaking through thick fog embrace my tired eyes
I will awake the blood
This lunar sighting sends a shiver down my spine
I will cleanse this world as moon and earth align
When I finally turn on my own

Blood moon – shining in the sky
Blood moon – wolves howling in disguise
Blood moon – shining in the sky
Blood moon

And as the pale moon shines over numbed heads
Determinedly trotting forward, straight into collapse
I will awake the blood
This lunar sighting sends a shiver down my spine
I will cleanse this world as moon and earth align
When I finally turn on my own

Blood moon – shining in the sky
Blood moon – wolves howling in disguise
Blood moon – shining in the sky
Blood moon

Through eternal night
Through eternal dark
Its glooming guides the way

Through eternal sorrow
To everlasting void
Guide us to the redemptive end


5. NIL

The sick mare drags itself ashore
From the depths of the abyss
Bloated, disgusting, weak and defiled
The crippled and sickened legs
Cannot bear the dead weight
Cannot pull the chariot
No more

The corpse of Patroclus rots in bright daylight
Flies and maggots do their work
And the shining Achilles has left long ago
Betrayed his people, his friend, himself

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind

We are left with grandiose dreams
Of peace, wealth, accordance and progression
Relentless regression to zero and beyond
Embrace the nothingness! Embrace the nightmare!

We built shiny castles in the miasmic air
Illusions, and nothing but hollow
For all feelings, emerging from within
Are blind hatred, cold wrath and burning envy

From blade to bullet to bomb
Thus are the ambassadors of extinction
Thus are the children of men
Nuke the fucking world off Atlas Shoulders
And behold the fall

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the remains of

Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence,
pureness, honesty, mercy and grace
Dignity, holiness, humanness, benevolence,
pureness, honesty, mercy and grace

Dices are rolling
And every side is Nil
Equal to the sum of chances
Equal to the worth of mankind


6. HOMEWARDS

Photon fingers ransacking the skies
In search for every last angel
To cripple and dispossess

Pillage and burn the forefather’s crypts
In search for forgotten values
Our worlds were built upon
And the collapse is imminent

Behold! Beware! Embrace!
A glimpse, a glimmer, a chance, a shot at dignity
Your personal zero vector
perpendicular to life, true to death

Fuck this life, fuck this world
Bottoms up – down your cup of Hemlock
Get shitfaced the Socretean way
Ride Boreas! Dance on Phobos!
End this life, end this world
Gaia, welcome thy apostate child

And as the last rays of dusk decease
So does the flame within
Nothing but my own sundown
Nothing but another life down
And yet the sun will rise again
To scorch everything that’s left behind
And only eternal night can
Set you free

Walk into the sea – quench the eternal thirst
Walk into the fire – stop the numbing cold
Walk towards the final salvation
At last, homewards