1. THE AGE OF TERROR

(Instrumental)


2. CHEMICAL INSOMNIA

Electric path - ethereal light - the lake it's black - as a piece of night
A liquid stone - felt from the sky - just when you closed your eyes
To sleep...

Impaled fairies are dying in your mind
You don't want to see but you can't close your eyes
Insomnia dreaming never dream again
Forbidding the sun coming after the rain
You'll never gonna meet them twice
The secret its the open eye in absence of light
Images, behind the darkness cannot sleep
The dancing shadows, as raven wings
Covering the sky

And dream the sky - flying of the butterfly
You'll learn to fly - to fall, to scream, to die
Prisoners - the voice in your brain
As acid fire - running through your veins

Razors running on your skin - blades and thunderlight within
Mist is dancing in your eyes - with no sunset - no sunrise

Logic symbol of your crystal lies
Ring of dust that you can't delay

Follow the mist coming after the day
The spirits of the fog with no shadow, with no faces
Are dancing in a circle of insomnia, she that never sleeps

Never watch her twice
Your body will come to ice
Velvet in her voice
You're loosing your last choice


3. BLOOD OF SAINTS

Beneath a whore - were sunset ends
Will fall a star - and will grow a plant
Flower of thorns around your head
Once were alive and now are dead
They touch your skin as a holy flame
They're painted red

The blood of saints
Falls from their eyes
And touches the ground for the tree's arise
But one of them - the ancient one
Will use the nectar to grow and reach the stars

Close your eyes do as I command, let me touch, let me kiss your hands
I've got a word to make you real, another one to make you disappear

I am here, to take (you) with me my son
And make him sleep, in my embrace of thorns
Behind the roves - the reptile shows his eyes
A throne of wood for the king of cries
Bleeds the snake - plant of crucifixion
Holy symbol in which now dies your pray

You got to taste me - not to forget me
Look at the horizon - (the) sun is dying with you...

God of remorse - inferior, slave of your fucking cross
Doom the words of the secret book, dust and glass
Long time from the coming day

Three days of time, to glorify your death
A circle of stones to hide your holy breath
Electric whispers, around their weeping eyes

Taste... - bleed... - die...

Are you tears gold of betrayment?
That's the price of hypocrisy...

Doom the words of the secret book
Dust and glass

Long time from the coming day
The tree will fall as blood on human hands
A blade of slaves of their vicious God
They are praising you, master of the blames
Rise from the crypt, speak and stop their pains

And they will kiss the path of your return
But they'll worship the cross
Of wood and thorns

Dies in me - flame of respect
Insanity - corrupted dogma...

Reptile, reptile, reptile of my sins
Serpent, serpent, with the raven wings...


4. CLOUDED BY CHIMERAS

Oniric desert - a sea of orgiastic dunes
Forgotten tales - ruins of a secret hope
Illogic universe - of days with no light
You will see - sun of the underground
Hironic poem - of a hidden guest
Neoclassic sculture - of false morality
A key will fall the rain - tomorrow becoming today
No matter the meaning of time - cause future
It's something behind your back...

In the fourth dimension, your eyes will learn to see
The invisible direction, is in the season of the mist
A sun of ice will rise, on the gallow of suicides
As the light on the storm of my forgotten dreams
Someone dies to born
Skies of ashes - and ashes of stars...
Putrid profanation of consecrated ground

And you wish the veils of humid caress
No more tears for today, no more tears for the past
From your sadness I sip my misanthropic crime
Veils off the end

Creation - of empty spaces
Anger... - behind the eyes of universe...
Destruction - chemical fire through your skin
Liquid fear - there's something hidden in your tears


5. USTERIA'S RUIN

In a lake of tears, the reflection of your self
Prisoner of the waters
That will never meet the light...
Shining ice through the rain, secret melodies of winter
Leaves and snow that falls again...

Shining stars so far from you - sufferance of the sky

Sadistic tale - infected dream, called the tower of suicides
Murderer souls - buried alive, killed by the illusions
Of they desperate hope

And dust will fall upon your head...

Mutilation - dancing edge of light, flying ripper - on the wings of night
Hysteric voices screams and cries deep inside your head
A new level for the stars - upon you, bloody ritual - goddess sacrifice

Cry my lord - I'll wait for your blood
Die my lord - my pleasure rise from your pain

Once again, I will possess your bride
In her dead body fluid splits of life


6. EYES OF HURRICANE

(Instrumental)


7. INTERSECTION

Mother let your creature
Burning against the flames
While the whisper of the moon is blowing on
The light of blame

In the forest the water of the lake are iced
And the snow around is flashing
Seven are the steps conducing to the door
And you can watch behind you
One and once again no more

The slave of God is raising from the sea
Looking for the blame
Its hounds to me
Till twilight
And its forces made of rain
Wasp returned again

The dimension of our souls
It's a light in the seven winds
And her ruin is as the kiss
Of the mist

Closing your eyes
And watching your face
You are the one
That will fall in disgrace

Find your lies a reason to live
Walk on, your skin
And don't forget to forgive

Mother let your creature
Burning in the flames of night
While the whisper of the moon it's blowing on
The light of blame

We'll make you return
From her inner eye
She'll scream
She'll die
On the door

We are
Profanation that once will return
Behind the doors, will make you burn
Watching in her inner eye
She scream until she makes you die
She's your door

Laid in what she can forget
Life is dancing with the death
Song of doom


8. RIGOR MORTIS

Behind the grave
A flash of new light
Becomes made of stone
Your prisoner soul
Suffocation
And screams without voice
Open your eyes
Here comes the new life
Return, that's my command
Now hear my voice

Tormentor and fire
Flames running on your skin

Abominations...

Illusion, desires
Theater of your empty urn

Mortuary gate of stone

Heat, there is no sound
There's silence all around
Here is lost the meaning of tears
There's no place to bury your fear...

Dream, don't close your eyes
Feel your skin becoming of ice
You're the victim of your sacrifice
That's the price you have to pay

Beyond the grave
A flash of new light
Becoming of stone

You prisoner soul
Suffocation
And screams without voice
Open your eyes
Here comes a new life

Autumnal creation
Illusion of rain

Fly on the stone
That covers my grave

And touch with a wing
My mortuary gate
Than paint the dusk
With the color of hate

Elegia aetherna
Poem of agony

Song of illusions
Notes of an hysteric symphony


9. DRACONA

Wandering insight
If you've chosen me
Twice
Lost... that makes me wonder

As a season of the moon
Twice
Returned
From the grave, that one made you born

Eyes of the serpents watching you
From the shining pain of your life
(The shadow of the cross is red)
And you can bless your demons
Just now

The eyes of the serpent are inside my smile
Glittering razors of moonlight bright
As a false promise of a vicious bride
That rapes her fucking body with a pulsant blade

Possession
As one we born

Obsession
In my name it's lost
Dimension
Of your agony

As the candle
Worship your flame
Rotten eyes of cadavers

Will take the pain inside
Arise, than your God
Putrefaction falls on the holy water
We return - to you

Flower is a drop of melancholy
Stoned iced

We wait your return from the light of the oblivion
Flesh of the foreign God

Grow in your eyes, the seventh sin of desire
Follow from grace
With the last flash of moonlight
Your hands will be covered with the last blood
Of Christ, once called religion that comes
When circles burn

Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum, pedibus
Subiecta obtenitur ovos exequat victoria cielo

When mist is around me
I know my time has come like rain in my mind
And voices of sirens are screaming loud

Haten love in a pervert song of the violin
To rotten angels
To the blood of Christ
Upon them starts
That beast waiting to rip fire

Before - the silence