1. GHOST OF THE ANCIENT SIBERIAN WOLFCULT

F'taghn collecting Itself from the ashes of men and women,
Melting and sharing their heritage of the past.
It rose from the grey mists that deluged
The barren planes of the cold lands,
It chose as Its silent homestead.
From pure alien origin It once had been,
Feared and hunted profusely by a race now removed from
Its close vicinity, from this land's solemn existence,
By a gentle stroke of Its hand.
It was mastering the arts of this planet's materialisation
It alone was with many, who were but small parts of It self
F'taghn was the blessed name It carried,
Dating back from beyond the vortex of dimensions,
From the grounds of the Elder lords
On the top of the frozen hill
It appeared in all Its might, clouded by the particles
It had risen from, summoning the ghosts from
Its gasseous body.
Accompanied by the chanting choirs
Of tormented ancient souls,
The misty shapes that dwelled the ground, crystallised
F'taghn, Beast of a thousand souls, ancient dweller of the Siberian landscapes,
Feared by the lonely men sleeping restlessly in Its domain
Its four eyes watched the four horizons of the earth,
Scanning for a prey to be fetched
By the materialised ghostly wolfclan
It remembered how he once recited the forbidden sentences,
Being bonded by the mortal human flesh,
And glanced upon the spiralled
Vortex in the dry desert sands.
He knew then that his destiny lay on
A different level than
That of his fellow human men and women.
And the moment the purple lightning struck his eyes
And burned his flesh he knew he was of the alien F'taghn,
Reaper of souls, scout of the Ancient Ones.
It remembered how she once played with the Dhogh-Nubilum
Gem and fragmentated into the sand she sat in, sailed on
Sahara winds towards the open spheres
Of the vortex of creation,
Disappearing into the sentient thing called F'taghn Yog,
Dogmatist of wolfclans,
Harvester of human souls in barren wastes.
She was renewed and beyond all grasp.
It remembered how It joined with the souls It lured into Its ritual bonding.
The owners of human memories embedded in
Its vapour flesh.
And now they dwelled Siberia
As wolves of light and darkness, optic illusions just
As deadly as bullets from a gun, obeying Its mind.


2. NIGHT OF THE FALLING STARS

When the first evening star appeared in the sky.
The night suddenly transformed.
In the red brightness of the moon,
The everlasting silence of the forlornlands is broken
By melancholic cries out of the dark.
Awakening after sleeping for years
To prove the power of the god they serve.
Impressed by the beauty of their surroundings.
They listened to the voice from above.
The sound of wrecking pain swathed in a malevolent darkness.
Eyes glow red like the heart of a burning fire.
With the quickness of lightning
Screaming killers dancing on the wind.
Their shadows wave over in and out over the starlight.
To bring out the souls for those who belong in darkness.
Using telepathic abilities to bring
The living dead in the world of grief and effacement.
The doors opened for all who enter
To be a witness of the secrets of horror inside.
Every creature the darkness touches disappears.
Feeling the presence
Of dark energy flowing through their veins.
Being aware of the unlimited powers they possess.
To create a new world for those who believe in vengeance.
Leaving nothing behind not even a memory.
Only when the time is near they will return


3. REMEMBERING THE ANCIENT WARS

As long as life's fire has been burning
Entangled in the elements of whatever shape,
Sentient or non-sentient, inhabiting whatever dimension Its shady counterpart death has lured the living
Into despair, bringing them disease, disaster? war!
And as long as life can be found, battles will be fought.
If not on earth, then perhaps in the sky above the clouds,
Beyond the stars, beyond our universe, in heaven or in hell
And whoever take part in the slaughter: ancient gods,
Alien races, human beings,
Or even the smallest of creatures,
They will fight guided by the past:
A past painted red with bloodshed.
Some things will never go away,
As if being burned into the frail skin of remembrance.
And they will haunt your mind as often as they can.
All of those sacred memories have distinct tastes
And pains and they remind you of the times of
A past now in slumber: times of victory.
And these thoughts and collectively
Inherited visions form the remembrance of war.
In the back of my aching raw throat
I taste the dried blood that had slowly seeped out
Of the gaping wounds of all those pagan children
That bravely died in war fighting for their empire?
And mine.
Although they died in great pain,
Their skills and honour still live on.
In the far corners of my head
I can find the penetrating screams
That were violently cast into the weeping ice cold winter winds that randomly ran through these fields of Death and
Armageddon and froze the faces of our dying warriors,
And bathed the piles of skulls in beds of blinding snow.
But neither cold nor heat could stop us
From our mission of domination.
In my chest there is the excruciating pain inflicted
By the spears and swords of the weakened
And defeated enemy forces.
Oh how they had cast themselves into the open arms of
Death, into a battle destined to be lost.
But those fools need not to be pityed
For their deaths, but for their lives.
And now, at this day and age,
I still hold the flag of our regained empire
Firmly in my hands
And it will wave for all eternity.


4. IN PRAISE OF CTHULHU

Hail to the R'lyeh dominance
Sleeping beneath the Pacific waves of salt.
Master of the Great Old Ones resting patiently
For the days of global territorial reclamation,
Fulfilling the legacies
Of all the world's forbidden manuscripts
One day he will come as the Armageddon Angel leaving
In his wake the sunken ancient continent
And the black city's towers pointing
Towards his birthplace Vhoorl;
The Cthulhi spawn flying out
With the monsoon winds spreading
Their terror over the lands of man,
Slaughtering all which lacks the divine blood.
Telepathically I link into the cryogenic glacial
Substance beneath the planets floating salt
And descend into the being's hostile dreamland,
The Chorazin outskirts,
Where I am considered an interim temporal occupant
With exceptional privileges and unmatched skills.
Beings except me as their master obeying their creator,
But descended from another branch of gods;
Admiring me with a sharpened edge of jealousy.
Cults follow my path, while others burst down in litany
I am their alien messiah, hated and adored.
Ashen gravel whirls around under my feet,
As I fly myself towards the liquid pantheon,
Centered in the forbidden sector
Of the extensive Cthulhu id.
A transparent shape, pulsating at the rhythm of the synaps,
Rises in the land where dawn and dusk are one.
My followers have stopped along the way,
Afraid of the destruction that awaits them in this region.
But my soul has reached the temple
And my hands have touched the membrane of the sphere
And I step in.
The Chorazinworld now savagely distorted,
By the treacly substance that eddied around my skin,
But never touched it.
I know where I am, though it's all unknown to me.
I know now what to do, and I render the awakening.
In praise of Cthulu, the gatekeeper is here!
And I cut the astral cord, embedded in the awakening God,
And rose above the surface of the dark Pacific Ocean.
R'lyeh has returned!


5. WAYS OF THE WIND

I have stood silent,
Waiting for the summoned winds to slowly
Take away my shape and carry me
To the far ends of the earth.
My eroded remnants binding in an alternate world,
Overlapping the one that humans call their own,
Though untraceable.
The winds of By'gahl took me to his kingdom in the East
On the back of his gigantic blackened wings
I passed the rural pagan lands
And the mountains of the dark Carpathian empire.
During my time there I learned the tales of the Vampyres And the hidden roads to the haunting one called Tepes,
Still cloaking these lands in fear.
And I met the spirits of all warriors, long forgotten,
When I crossed the extensive battlefields hidden
Beyond an infinity of years.
Willingly, the dead shared with me
Their vicious terrors and lusting fantasies.
I absorbed their being, feeding my soul with their force
I had become what I'd been taught.
The winds of Bheloth took me to the Southern domain.
On the back of the tentacled horse,
This liquid demon-king took me away.
He taught me the tales of the Order of Power,
To which he had devoted his life,
And proclaimed me all his might and wisdom.
And I absorbed every detail of the knowledge into my mind
The monstrous horse rode the stars shining
On the southern hemisphere and
I saw the beige deserts
In which the Ancient Ones lay silent,
Never to be found by human kind.
But I could see them as clear as diamonds,
Reflecting a surreal moonlight into my eyes.
And in a future nearby
I would crush the Ultimate Gate awaking the statuegods.
Clutching to the greasy fur of the hideous predator
Gha'hap, I travelled to the frontiers of the West.
Riding off when the sun was in the southern signs,
He was the one teaching me the secret arts of the divine,
And sciences of the macabre.
From high above I gazed over the lands
And waters of the western continent.
I tasted the atmospheres of elder times,
When the sun Ah Kinchil was more than a star
For those races on the mountaintops,
And when its bridal moon was still considered sacred,
The goddess named Ix C'up
But melancholy drenched my heart in these times,
Now buried, echoed through my head.
The winds of Bthya'qual took me to the North,
Where I tasted the powers of violence and bloodshed
In the hypnotizing falls of the northern lights
I heard the horn blown by the gods,
To welcome our trespassing in the "lands of Odin"
My guide uncovered its gnarled grey teeth in my direction,
Its empty greenish eyes staring at my face,
And I felt the rush of a second disintegration.
And on yet another astral plane I reassembled
And travelled with the Norsemen
Over the great wide open sea,
To conquer lands across.
On the back of Bthya'qual I rode the Northlands and beyond
I have scaled the four sides of the globe
And learned all there is to know
I know the fears and loves of the humanoid creation
And I know the same of the divine
But still there are things beyond my reach


6. THE FALL

Sensual creature flying in the night
Thirst for revenge keeps you in might.
Whispering voices calling your name Sakkara,
Sakkara make me insane.
Come to me I am your dream.
The perfect combination of power and passion.
Seduce me in the evil hour.
There is no denying you always be mine.
At the end of this road, find your dream.
Tear you apart while you screaming.
Come to me I am your dream.
The perfect combination of power and passion.
The eyes searching for thy kingdom.
Glowing mysterious to watch his sight.
This is my command;
Give me your blood and I'll give you mine!
Lead me to your domain.
Let me feel the horrid pain.
Smell the blood of immortal enemies.
Feel the power kept inside.
Ruling the darkside makes me stronger.
Still the hunger in my mind.
I'll taste your blood with pleasure.
I rule the darkside forever!
Come to me I am your dream.
The perfect combination of power and passion.
Trapped inside his own domain
Her smiling face driving him insane.
His body falling down in the unknown depths of hell


7. PIRANHA (EXODUS COVER)

Slicing Jaws A Way Of Life
Brought Up To Waste Mankind
Loki's Pets His Little Children
Deadly Every Time

Trapped In Swamps By Gates Of Hell

Don't Ever: Let Them Out
For If You Do And They Escape
You'll Fight A Bloody Bout

Piranha Kill In A Pack - You'll Run
Piranha Start To Attack - You'll Done
If You Think You Can Beat - Deadly School
If You Think You Can Live - You're A Fool

Gates Of Hell Are Old And Cracked
They Tumble And They Fall
Out Rush A Bloody Wall Of Death
To Kill Anything At All
Their Sole Mission Is T0 Kill
Strip Your Bones And Flesh
Rip Out Your Eyes Tear Off Your Face
An Agonizing Death

Piranha Kill In A Pack - You'll Run
Piranha Start To Attack - You're Done
If You Think You Can Beat - Deadly School
If You Think You Can Live - You're A Fool