1. INFIDELIS

I have come to preach the words of Final Judgment
I have brought my sword to aid me
In this pious work of faith

Tremble in fear, you worthless scum !
Infidels, Kafir, Epikoros
For you I have nothing but scorn

See, we're the Ones sent from heavens
To clear the path for the legions
Of the Righteous

Your filthy flesh and unholy hands
That desecrated the Holy Sepulchre
We have come to bring you down
The Lord is our shepherd
Our prayer is death
Death to infidels!

Priest of steel, mercy delivered in stabs
With every groan a praise
With every raped whore a temple
With every split pregnant belly – one demon less
Ad maiorem Dei gloriam

Your (un)holy words and all your wisdom
It’s all urine to me
I’m swollen with pride for the white
For the pure sanctity
In which we are veiled

The Original Sin removed by fire
Worthless vermin trodden
Chalice of malice refilled again
With fresh blood
Drank in the name of the God of Murder

This is my prayer, a crusader’s chant
Lord, hollow be thy name
Thy kingdom come in hatred
Thy will be done by artillery
G-O-D is a name just as good as any
To kill under


2. THE GRAND ADVERSARY

The cross has sunk in blood
I have become a twisted soul inside an impenetrable cocoon
The world looks completely different from beyond the armor
It appears as a blood-spattered tapestry
Oh, Lord!
All my offences I have bathed in sins of the infidels
I assisted you in expiating my guilt
Since your cross seemed to fragile
I had to deliver my own salvation to myself
So I will force my way through the gates of Heaven
And hang all the devious angels on the divine gallows pole

I sworn to place trust in my own sword alone
When we departed leaving our inseminated women back home
To reach for the Throne and for the Glory
I have sworn to become your vengeful hand
That would bring redemption through pain
For the infidel souls we pray, for our promised prey:

The Lord is my Shepherd and I shall be in want
He leads me to slaughter after which I may rest
And feeds me with sanguine
The precious drink of life

Feed on their carrion, ye children of white
Who have kissed the Devil's arse
Traded their souls for the earthly glory
Behold, what we are becoming - the playground of the Grand Adversary

Lord, you have led me astray
My sins have built strength and bloated like late summer grapes
They are my only solace
I dreamed of the Garden of Eden and of the Tree of Knowledge
The serpent slid down from it unnoticed and violated my purity
I became the vessel of unchastity – my body twisted in pain
I saw God dead on His decayed throne, pierced with thousands splinters
Of the maggoty cedar cross
The sky was deformed by crimson scars
The sun turned to rot and rained with fire
A new day was bestowed upon the Earth
I breathed the reek of reversed salvation

The Lord is not my Shepherd
I shall be in never-ending craving
Now that I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will bring all evil,
deliver thy prayers and redeem the wronged
The vessel of the Lord I am
The New Jerusalem I have become
My body the temple
Of the Grand Adversary


3. ADVOCATI SANCTI SEPULCHRI

I have never fought of blood to be this caustic
When I observed it eating away the streets of Yerushalaim
Feeding on human carcass
It was a fine spectacle, an orgy to admire
As we plunged into this marvelous extermination
The cradle has fallen
Into our ravenous, blooded hands

The temple was burning as we sang
"Christ, We Adore Thee!"
Men rode in blood up to their knees and bridle reins
It was the festival of murder divine
God wills it, God kills it
Men slain, women violated, children torn apart
Our Lord is always craving for more
Feed those corpses to the fire !

We proclaim ourselves the carrion feeders of Jerusalem
By the power bestowed upon us by Death Incarnate
We render your lives null
Your beliefs put to death
We will rejoice while you will perish
Never enough massacre, never enough sacrifice
Our Lord was born in a cradle
Yours in cesspit
So it shall be done.

Crusaders
Immaculate chivalry in heavenly armor
Flavor of recently ripped flesh
Decorated in flies eating away the meat scraps
In the dead of night
Guided by the ever watching eyes of greed
Sniffing out spoils of any origin
Advocati Sancti Sepulchri
Praise be the Lord ?
Praise be the Lustmord


4. JERUSALEM THE WHORE

Behold her alluring sight, inhale the scent of passion
For there lies she - the Mother of all corruption
Be not tempted by her seductive voice, be deaf to her vows
As her love is lethal, she breathes poison
For thirty pieces of silver she would sell all pride
Jerusalem, the whore

The bride of Shalem she was once titled, fair and elegant she was
Promised to the Chosen ones, the tribe of Judah
The bride in white ornaments
Betrayed by lust, too many suitors to resist
She opened her loins to indulge herself
Into unrestrained joy of betrayal
Jerusalem, the whore

I have born witness to your despicable fall
When you traded your flesh for trinkets and gold
When the Beast of Babylon arose from the depths
All would flee, but you became a slave
Shackled and broken you sold your soul
Jerusalem, you whore

You’re a beast with one thousand abominable faces
Always willing to serve and surrender yourself
Taken by force and made into a servant
Your hunger cannot be satiated your lust quenched
The fire that burns in you is the trickster’s flame
Jerusalem, the Witch

Your immortal flesh turned to a bawdy house
Your beauty transformed into a distorting mirror
Look at yourself!
What have you become ?
Your womb once pure now breeds only carrion
Raped countless times, shattered and depraved
A courtesan of the gutters
A betrothed of the lepers
Jerusalem
You betrayed those who guarded your chastity
We brought you jewels and robes of white
We offered you the cross
You wanted the crescent
To be your master
Bear the mark of shame
Be damned forever !
The slave of lust, the temple of filth
You drank so much blood, more than any of the vampires
Yet, you're hungry for more
Your bloated bulk smells of semen, you’re speech is hypocrisy
A repugnant hag

So many years have passed and you’re still
Only a whore
Owned by all and by none


5. CHILDREN OF JUDAS

Ecce ego mitto vos sicut oves in medio luporum.
Estote ergo prudentes sicut serpentes, et simplices sicut columbae.

Join in the procession of our wretched souls
Follow in our footsteps full of tainted faith
We through our eyes
The crusade into pitch black nothingness

Innocence was our banner
Faith was our shield
Too youn to be brave,
too pure to be depraved

Or so it must have seemed

In the shade of the Cross we marched
Never to be seen again
Sanctimonius, not sanctified collection of souls
Conscience unformed, perspective deformed

In the cloud of censers' stench we welcomed purity
We were anointed God's children, toys of caprice

We waded throught dirty slush of human dignity
On our way to recover the Holy Sepulchre

Miniatrue crusaders, in fact just hollow wraiths
Laughter of shame
Sold for the thirty pieces of silver
Judas' children

Call us fanatic, call us overzealous
We spoke the words of the One True Faith
Juvenile priests preaching words of treachery
Warped salvation

On our way to glory we relished our destiny
And died of hunger and misery
Crusaders of forsaken names
Sold to slavery never to see the future

We might as well have never existed
Just as Judas might have been our loving father
Mother-Purity gave birth to our kind
But she was a whore

Look for blood on holy hands
Smell out the flesh served to ravenous clergy
That will have to be us
The Children of Judas


6. MOTHER OF DEMONS

Surrounded and abandoned
Your well deserved fate is now upon you
Nowhere else to go, on-one else to pray to
Fall and rot, melt into the soil pregnant with
The juice of the grapes of wrath
Thrown at you, trod by you iron-clad feet
Transformed into a marshland
Sucking all in - the patient and indifferent
Timeless black hole

These walls will not make memory of you
This soil will grind your bones
Winds will scatter them across the desert
A diaspora of bonemeal
Delude yourselves with phantoms of eternal glory
Till the last one of you has surrendered
Till you’re dead and gone
All gods of death have gathered round to enjoy
The feast of canned prophets

Fighting for the Lost Cause is your lot
Behind the curtains of pompous ideals
Decorated with cheap beads
Nothing but scorn
Inside the cages of iron
Leeches with split tongues
Guarded by angel wings burning in the sun
Of the ever-hungry desert
A myriad of fallen angels

(Apparently, your Lord has no fancy for you)

Lay down your arms
Knights of Countless Names
Board your ships and sail away
You are children with no Father
Take your white banners of hate
There are many wars to wage
And many lands to plunder and rape
Thus we have spoken
And men will soon see these words make flesh

For the beast that died upon this tortured soil
Has given birth to the Mother of Demons
Clothed in a cassock


7. THE FIGUREHEAD

Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year

A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while...

I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight...
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again

Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again