SIDE A

1. BIRTH IN THE TOMB (INTRO)

(Instrumental)


2. THE HOUSE OF GOD

All those who were blasphemers
Are waiting for the last judgment
Their dead bodies that day
Will rot on the alter of decay

Lord of creation
Sculptor of mankind doom
When he has gone
The secret died with him
Death in thousand of shapes,
The house of god of fire
Black god's new denomination
Harbinger of approaching fall

Dead men tell no tales
Lord cast a spell no me
He used me like a dog
Deuce take it!!!

...God bless me
God... he wants my hand
My blood runs cold
...I die by inches
In the land of god
Spiritual suffering
Abomination
Fright in my eyes

"What have I done?"
Incessant insults
"I hate you god!!!"...


3. UNSOUND OF MIND

Morbid head, useless remains
All my life like sick one's dreams
I recognize traces of "ancient flame"
The spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak...

People wavering between hope and fear
Dead feces, you wan't find here anything
Except "the cross"...
...unsound of mind
Except "the cross"...
...unsound of mind
Sickness continuously hollows out my mind
I can't live, gotta leave that world
In aspect of death life gets full blast
But only the grave will unite all the unhappy
People wavering between hope and fear
Dead faces, you wan't find here anything

I am like a walking corpse
So will be till one's dying day

Now my doom is sealed
It's time to fall into oblivion...


SIDE B

4. DARK DOOM

Three angels in the crowns of bloody fires
Without heart, without souls in coaxed bodies
The false saviours of the human
The degenerated prophets of the mankind

And one hasn't been touched by black gesture
Ill with a fear of a blindness
This one is covered with the man
Eternal sin

No the leprous rouse aversion
Weak, not knowing violence
Man of the night, will be great
Flitting towards darkness

And one hasn't been...

The guard of eternity, the servant of outlasting
No priest yet, without mercies of sign
Christering - the begining, consecrating - the death
The manastic garb of human castled in a shadow

And one hasn't been...


5. POST OBITUM

My cross, my glandness
I brought relief for my soul
And founf a place for myself
That is a god's acre

My empty falling flesh
Obelisk of own humanity
Set free from fear
Stayed behind alone forever

That's my lapse of memory...
...post-obitum

Everyday, everywhere is see my tears, I hear my cry
I must kill, kill myself, I can't live, I want die
That's my god, surly dog, go to blazes and take me
I'm feeling enternal cool, infernal cool, he's with me

Downfall is getting closer and closer
World soon will be finished
Black chared bodies
Will scattered in dust...

My empty falling flesh
Obelisk of own humanity
Set free from fear
Stayed behind alone forever...


6. THE GRAVELANDS

(Instrumental)