1. PIANO CONCERT 1 IN B MINOR

(Instrumental)


2. ECHOES OF A SILENT SCREAM

Adrenaline rushing in to keep me strong,
all strung up standing in the dark.
The tension in the air is indescribable,
pure destruction of life on my mark.

Your silent screaming leaves a permanent
sight that I shall never forget until I die.
Your body broken and high on adrenaline
and your eyes in desperation asking why.

Digging to keep my sanity
and hunting to find my identity.
Searching deeper down in history
to chase the nightmares away.

Burying the memories of gray!

So we leave the eerie burial
ground in the dying hour of the night,
conscience as white and pale as pristine
snow internally saturated with this might.

Digging to keep my sanity
and hunting to find my identity.
Searching deeper down in history
to chase the nightmares away.

Burying the memories of gray!


3. THROUGH THE EYES OF THE KILLER I (TOWERING OVER YOU)

Blindfold and drunk
on killers of pain, deprived of senses.
Scared to death, not aware of reasons
and stripped of ability to move.

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.

Torture cellar, experiencing pain,
the last place that you'll see.
Sexual violence serving as a tool
to make me sane anew.

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.

What comes around goes around
and now you reap what you sowed.
What comes around goes around
and now you reap what you sowed.

A fistful of hatred meets your
bleeding face, invocation of your end of days.
I forgot the laws of mercy, I'll show you none.
Say sorry and the pain will soon be gone.

In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.
In this sterile landscape of tiles of white I'll teach
you the meaning of pure and unrelenting spite.


4. KATANA I (AWAKING THE LUNACY)

Day of confirmation or
day of opposition to be precise.
Smiling faces in excess and spirits
high, you can see it in their eyes.

Tales of old and tales of new,
all of what was and what's to happen then.
An artifact presented to start up the madness,
awakening the ancient bloodlust again.

Katana...

Awakening the lunacy
and opening Pandora's box.
Awakening the lunacy,
creation of a monster has begun.

Entering a sudden trance,
a gruesome, gruesome fantasy.
Providence of destruction of Gods,
and monsters and horrors to be.

Swatting at mosquitoes,
indifferent to the creeping evening cold.
The enchantment of the tale
mesmerizing the boy, swallowing him whole.

Katana...

Awakening the lunacy
and opening Pandora's box.
Awakening the lunacy,
creation of a monster has begun.


5. THE FARMER'S TALE I (THE AFTERMATH OF INDIFFERENCE)

"Sweden, somewhere around Jönköping.
A pig farmer tells me a horrific tale of the
brutal assault and rape of his daughter"

One father, one daughter,
both left alone here on earth.
One man with rage in his eyes
takes the job for what it's worth.

No words said,
see the indifference?
Ground blood-red,
no chance of self-defense.

She was fragile and she was pure
to the point of eminence.
This monster took all the beauty from her,
the reason for my decadence.

No words said,
see the indifference?
Ground blood-red,
no chance of self-defense.

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.

I will search and I will find,
I will kill this pathetic man.
To the hungry pigs he'll be served,
terrible feast, perfect plan.

Feed the pigs,
feel the deliverance.
Bones to twigs,
this is indifference!

The beasts will feast, devour all,
and only his screams will remain.
This sight will haunt you forever,
a nightmare no one can explain.

Feed the pigs,
feel the deliverance.
Bones to twigs,
this is indifference!

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.

You know this is for you, right?
This is my revenge!

I sacrifice all I have left for you,
petrified that this will destroy you too.
Paralyzed by the horrors that you went through,
agonized by the crime no one can undo.


6. THE DEVIL IN LISBON

(Instrumental)


7. GROWTH

Growth...

Two times twelve is twenty-four,
add the offspring then.
Twelve times seven is eighty-four,
add the offspring then.

Thirty pairs times five
amount of twice of seven
score ten, oh really then?

Overpopulating our only home,
ll together multiplying completely blind.
Breeding ourselves into this living Hell
and no one dares to speak their minds.

No one dares,
no one dares to speak.

Famine, destruction, conflicts, all-out war,
consequences of an everlasting growth of man.
Elimination of other species on our behalf
and no one dares to speak while they can.

No one dares,
no one dares to speak.

Growth...

Human saturation,
overpopulation, destruction within.
Into oblivion, obliteration,
and why can't reasoning win?

Keep on producing offspring
and they better not eat too much.
Keep on sowing more fields with crops,
they better not use too much water.

Why don't you expand the cattle breeding,
they better tighten their bowels.
and but another plastic bottle of water
only twice the price of gasoline.

Growth...

It is incredible how we're condemning ourselves
to become extinct through sheer polluting volume.
Critical mass will arrive before we know of it and
no one dares to speak while they consume.

No one dares,
no one dares to speak.
No one dares to speak
while they consume.

Human saturation,
overpopulation, destruction within.
Into oblivion, obliteration,
and why can't reasoning win?


8. HUMILIATION SUPREME

(Instrumental)


9. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER

Once upon a time you were
gonna live forever but that
was another fairytale, Dad.

You warned me, oh how you warned me,
but how can you ever warn a person
against something like that?

And I keep pretending that it's all ok,
I'm ok now, but we all know it's a lie, Dad.
I prepared, how I prepared, but how can you
prepare to see your own father die?

I remember when you explained
how the water rose on the beach,
explaining things to that innocent
brain, innocent brain.

It seemed to me there was nowhere
you couldn't reach but this is now
and with "the now" comes the pain.

Fading smile, disappearing smile,
why do life wither and fade away?
Fading smile, disappearing smile,
Daddy, I'm your little boy.

And always will be!

All I have left is
this cold stone to touch,
I've got to remember that
you're not here anymore.

That nothing will ever be like
it used to be before.
I feel your spirit floating
here all around.

All around!

Fading smile, disappearing smile,
why do life wither and fade away?
Fading smile, disappearing smile,
Daddy, I'm your little boy.

And always will be,
I'm ok now, Dad.


10. KATANA II (OPIUM)

Awakening from the dampness that covers the land,
moist to the brink of madness, intolerable heat.
The young commander rises from his bed and stumbles
to his faltering stinking feet.

Stirring up the dust of the dried out road,
soldiers on the verge of collapsing, lungs on fire.
Order must be immediately restored, for the
queen, the king, and the empire.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there must not be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there must not be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Bayonets on,
shoot to kill:
Ready, aim, fire!

Faces ripped apart in a carnage so vast,
a vile reel of molested human remains.
The chinese, poisoned by opium, creating a
slaughterhouse of human build that explains...

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there must not be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.

Disorder!

We cannot have disorder,
there must not be disorder.
We'll teach them that disorder
shall be destroyed.


11. THROUGH THE EYES OF THE KILLER II (REVIVAL OF THE MUSE THAT IS VIOLENCE)

Grotesquely intense
to kill without conscience,
so intense it doesn't make any sense.

So out of this world
to butcher you without conscience,
so intense to see that your life ends.

Now watch me take an eye for an eye,
tell the world you knew goodbye.

Nightmares falling apart,
nightmares obliterating.
Nightmares vanishing,
to kill you is my muse.

It solidifies in my brain
and grabbing a hold of me,
so intense, awakening my urge
to kill, to tower over you.

Isn't this the
ultimate kind of domination?
So intense to accept insanity!

I will beat your head to a pulp
and that is vendetta for you.
Tearing you apart piece by piece,
chasing the nightmares away.

To crush your bones to dust
is my way of self-redemption.
I kill to live to kill to chase
my nightmares away.

Nightmares falling apart,
nightmares obliterating.
Nightmares vanishing,
to kill you is my muse.


12. THE FARMER'S TALE II (ANNIHILATION AT THE GRAVES)

"Sweden, somewhere around Jönköping.
Misery loves company and hope turns
into annihilation of an entire family"

Hope turned to dust in the blink of eye,
women and children screaming in a horrid cry.
Fleeing from the sight, the view of the graveyards,
I'll scare you with my tale as my horror story starts.

Every day I see my mother crying for her sons,
and every day I hear her voice crying for her loss.
Remembering my father's face in anger and despair.
Cursing at the sky above collapsing in a stare!

I've experienced too much horror,
a family's ending by the man-made caves.
And everyone I loved so dear were
annihilated at the graves.

I've experienced too much death caused
by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves.
Everyone I loved so painfully were
annihilated at the graves.

To the burial ground we go in the misty night,
I cling to my father's hands among the flickering light.
Spiders crawl upon the dead, a thousand graves unfold,
ravaged bodies all around beneath the dirt and mould.

Every day I see my mother crying for her sons,
and every day I hear her voice crying for her loss.
Coming from the fields of death, she hears a massive
blow as the dynamite explodes in the giant graves below.

I've stared into the reaper's eyes,
heard his endless laughs and cries.
Felt the stream of tragedy,
lost my sense of sanity.

I've experienced too much horror,
a family's ending by the man-made caves.
And everyone I loved so dear were
annihilated at the graves.

I've experienced too much death caused
by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves.
Everyone I loved so painfully were
annihilated at the graves.