1. PURIFICATED

My body is polluted
By baptism
My mind is filled
With rubbish
Rapmage in the swamp
Of tendencies
I don't have any
Air or light

Adopt me
Show me the way
Purify me
Fill my soul with
Your immortality
Change my wekness
Into belief
My aim
Is already clear
Only the escape
Into truth
Into dark truth
Into true faith
Mad cursed world
Into released rage

Vengeance - the degradation
Of influential christians
Brainstorm - the degradation
Of their values
I will be the symbol
Of their downfall

I'm taking power
Away from minds
I feed with evil
I rape all laws
I destroy positive feelings

Torment everyone who harmed
Me shall experience it
Fear will deprive them
Of their faith
Downfall
Psychic and moral
Death - they shall feel
Its breath, its breath...


2. CONVOCATION

Released hatred
Reigns again
In the name of eternal evil
The day of convocation
Fulfils the prophecy
Of destruction
Absorption of light
Through human end

Shadow of cross
Spilled blood
Putrefying bodies
Desperate cry
Monstrous pain
Ferocious orgy
Burning carnage
Suffocated light

An offering
For the obsessed lord
His majesty
Desires blood
Black haze
Takes away breath
Every face
Is a face of death

I'm the synthesis
Of death
From the abyss of time

Darkness is my light
My call is destruction
Of good
There is no mercy
For joshua's sons
Every second
Means death
Of millions
The stigma I bear
Tells me to hate
The person
Of god

Convocation - the evil force
Is summoned
Mutilation - people thoughts
And bodies
Extermination - all who
Believe
The trinity
Restoration - an absolute
Masters reign


3. EVIL ART

Bloody painting
Flesh attached to canvas
Cut penis
Sucked by the artist
Parts of a body
Ripped by barbed wire
Her handicraft
Is almost finished

All norms have been broken
By her holy inspiration
She kills to create
Paintings pleasing the lord
Her feelings
Are torn by the expression
Of these paintings; real works
Of art created in hate

She cries in excitement
Her mind is fully engaged

She has to kill
Every night brings a murder
She wants to see
Their faces after death
She wants to have
Satisfaction from his creation
She wants to feel
How slowly each of them dies

A dying man, fully prostrated
She cuts off his last limb
Screaming gore, overflowing the
Floor
Bares absurdity of existence

The appearing hellfire
Takes away the mutilated
Infamous laughter
Resounds in the place of torment
Her pride - turns into humility
Tears of joy - flowing over her face

Her thoughts are united with him
Their bodies fall into oblivion
To join for eternity
The lack of mercy saves her
Evil art takes
Her conscience away forever


4. LIVING SACRIFICE

My pride - doesn't let me die
My scream - nobody hears it anymore
With fire - my body burns
Hatred - to god has born me

The battle has not finished yet
I will outlive
No element shall destroy my faith

I will survive
All hangmen shall be reached by my
Anger
I will punish them
This is vengeance for mutiny
I am a living sacrifice

Follow me, i'm the lord
I'll save you, i'll give you life
I feel you behind me
I have the desire to mortify


5. SWEET DEATH

I don't have any ambition nor any mission to fulfil
All around there's massive paranoia and my weakness
I don't delude myself I don't listen to lies
I don' listen to lies
I solated by people I'm alone
I hate my soul and my body

Every utopla I belived in time had buried
I'm a slave of mechanical corruption and other pathology
I see clearly all the nonsense of my life and activity
I hate the materialistic world full of rubbish miths and shit
Of rubbish miths and shit

My suffering only soothes the thought of death
l solated by people tm alone.
I hate my soul.and my body
Yet I noticed my superiority over others
I'm better cause tm not afraid to die
Death trouses in me a shudder of emotion
I feel sweat in my face.the wish to try

I feel my weakness approaching
I feel her breath on my face
One sweet touch of death
One touch


6. DEMIGOD

I don't have any ambition nor any mission to fulfil
All around there's massive paranoia and my weakness
I don't delude myself I don't listen to lies
I don' listen to lies
I solated by people I'm alone
I hate my soul and my body

Every utopla I belived in time had buried
I'm a slave of mechanical corruption and other pathology
I see clearly all the nonsense of my life and activity
I hate the materialistic world full of rubbish miths and shit
Of rubbish miths and shit

My suffering only soothes the thought of death
l solated by people tm alone.
I hate my soul.and my body
Yet I noticed my superiority over others
I'm better cause tm not afraid to die
Death trouses in me a shudder of emotion
I feel sweat in my face.the wish to try

I feel my weakness approaching
I feel her breath on my face
One sweet touch of death
One touch


7. ABHORRENCE

The intertexture of dying bodies
A picture of a massacre
Evil hangs in the air
A rotting stench
People without faces
Crying and vomit
Suffering nature
Harvest war....

Primitive love
Bloody foetus
Mortify and despair
A constant scar on the psyche

Ecological destruction -
It's probably a tale
Famine and sickness -
The problem of the third world

The intertexture of dying bodies
A picture of a massacre
Evil hangs in the air
A rotting stench
People without faces
Crying and vomit
Suffering nature
Harvest war...


8. PSALM OF SUFFERING

A strand of physical and spiritual pain
This gross is getting heavier
I grovel before life
I'm an incarnation of modesty
Always surrounded by commands

I'm not looking for freedom
Cause l don't know what it means
The system killed my personality
I learned to lie and agree with everything
Fear is with me always
I wear a mask on my face constantly

The monotony of life doesn't bother me anymore
I'm a machine to perform tasks
The truth will always remain a mistery
All the valves have died of natural causes

This gross is getting heavier
I grovel before life
l'm an incarnation of modesty
Always surrounded by commands

The nation is a crowd of slaves
Displacement and cunning that's the whole politics
All the thought's, deeds, and emotions are under control
The protector doesn't make mistakes
He destroyed all the naive rebellious people
Every resistance is without sense, without chance
Without hope