1. YOU'RE FINDING YOURSELF

You're finding yourself
In your life course
The chair pushed under your legs
Tears off your back down to fest

You don't feel the rope
Blood strikes your brain
And trut for you is
Only your death

Savator you are becoming
Of crime
Of pain
And not of your death
People - you are suicider
You save their death
Tomb - nothing
Truth - death

You cry - why me
You doubt and it is so
Your life in exchange for death
You save other people's children day

Your cry is nothing
Mumble broken brain
Fists closed like
Two jaws
Lips trembling
Cry - revenge me

You cry - why me
You doubt and it is so
Your life in exchange for death
You save other people's children day

Truth was all for you
No you're found it
Questions is for what price
Or price of your death

you have been made a man
When puppet in a game
A fool in hands of others
Where life is death
Savator you are becoming
Of crime
Of pain
And not of your death
People - you are suicider
You save their death


2. FAITH

Suicidal madness of thought
Born not created
Target of broken dreams
In its disgust and hatred
Death and dry words
Meanness of our dreams
Is is only silliniess
Is it only suffering

Ash of silence - of your being
For is noice - close in dust
In holy son - step of whisper
Light in shadow - faith in what

Short life of obsession - so what
Heaven and earth - have become
Drops of blood for us - for salvation
The death and alive - with no idea

Pain of joy - strenghten wall
Faith with no pain - only aim
Darkness in darkness
Without miracle but here

Restrain of madness
Deathlike circles of humanity
Wholeness in creature of faith
Cry of chaos nihility
Tearing fragile body
Swamp of dark blood
Poured and stink
Faith but not is death


3. SCHIZOPHRENIA

(Instrumental)


4. SIN

I saw lots of sins
I saw lots of lies
I saw my own death
Warm fresh blood

Sinful bodies have been sold
For miserable value of money
Jealousy of our own friends
Ompudence of lies in words
Poor hypocristy of mercy
Envy of twin brothers
Hatred of real love
Silliness of great humanity

I'm full of truth
I'm full of love
With virgin body
With virgin soul
I'm the greatest sin

My world created me
On its own
In life for people after death for hell
Now I'm stuffed with lies
Evidently at midnight
They fall in their own hell
At bottom of which I wait
Cattle bodies
And lies
Stinking - hypocrisy
Fucking - hatred

I saw lots of sins
I saw lots of lies
I saw my own death
I won't see the truth


5. COLD BODIES

Numb cry
Female scream
Fallen corpse
Victims of the night
Instead of tear drops
River full of blood
Coming from its spring
Without its end

Scattered bodies
Remains of brains
Crawling insects
Dirty off spring
The night's come
Darkness moving
Warm breath
Of cold bodies

Resurrection
Of stiff bodies
Whores out of blood
Of part days
Resurrection
Screams of victims
Cold bodies

Mass slaughter
Only death survives
Cemetary of many bodies
Revival of the day at night
No abstractness
Of nightmares
Pushed coffin
Of cold bodies


6. MASTERFUL RELIGIONS

Left against ourselves
Faith of blood and body
Killed with god's hand
Embraced

Tied in stagnation
Tool of death's choice
Without soul
Tool to be removed

Creating
Own wonderfull hell
By people not by animals
Liable for cheating evil
Without any control upon ourselves

Left sleepy evening
Tied by mystery
Religion and its truth
Maybe its lie

Thrown against others
Used to kill
To kill for our joy

Taught since childhood
Killing and blood shed
For little truth
Which is a lie

The secret of the testament
Secret of religion
Its truth
Is extermination

Creating
Own wonderfull hell
By people not by animals
Liable for cheating evil
Without any control upon ourselves

Word is a lie
Song is laughter
Created since conception
Since conception condemned


7. LIVE IN MARSH

That's what's around us
Is madness
And we are its victims

Whirl with no escape
Its peace controled
By the rich

Look out! your life
Is in their hands
And you're their slave

You stopped thinking like
Man no feelings
You lost your senses
And kindness of others

Life turns to mare
No one can
Change it
The remedy is
Work for them or
Your death

You're bound to
Killing giving pain
Blood shed - its
Your illness

Illness that can't be cured.
Your work
Is everlasting tension
Which destroys you

It's your choice to
Go further or to die