1. THEMIS WEEPS

From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones,
And throw lives from the pillar,
Of their vigilante and blindness,
Sentencing for bleak purity.
And defiling in the name of integrity.

Undue tyrannies,
Pigs have gathered in high castles.
With fallen dignity, they boldly teach,
About the sovereignty of vultures,
Compel human intentions to finally go terribly astray.

So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality,
Led by inquisitorial philosophies !

They let the rage flow through the masses,
Manipulate revolts in order to retain acceptance in maniacal persecutions,
To pour martyr blood into the deep and darkest rivers.

So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality,
Led by inquisitorial philosophies !

And the scapegoats suck the breasts of dying mother justice,
Before grief would greet all the keepers, judges of an untrue equilibrium.

From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones,
And throw lives from the pillar,
Of their vigilante and blindness,
Sentencing for bleak purity.

Themis weeps,
Flooding tears,
Mother of justice bleeds,
On the death row,
Her immaculate blood.
Justifies the crown of immoral destruction.


2. A GRAND TRANSGRESSION

It has been written, carved onto old stones, through generations :
Humankind will conquer the pale blue dot.

You ! Sapiens ! Supreme carnivore !

Shepherd of all the species, he, who bears unearthly skills,
A priest who follows the so-called shining golden way.

Makes the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes,
Crawls backwards with fear through the centuries.

Star-crossed, unaware minds are still unable to break their walls down.
Yet they’re willing to move mountains away.

And make the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes,
Crawl backwards with fear through the centuries.

We feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth,
Where materialist souls breed sightless children.

What we have become ?

This is a glorious blasphemy,
The head of the goat stares at an inevitable downfall,
No living creature can bear this old conquest much longer,
Modern degradation deforms life itself.

A pandemonium.
A despair through the centuries.

So feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth,
Where materialist souls raise sightless children.

We will witness as societies crumble.

What we have become ?

There is no fertile ground anymore,
Sunshine bleeds into a dying atmosphere,
Cages, exploitations, enslave us evermore,
Anguish and terror serve global control.

All is to promulgate, to meet thy fatum.

Fiends are preaching from their jeweled lecterns,
Make apparations worship emptiness,
They’re preparing for the final hour,
Relentlessly on a grand transgression.
I see a light.
It’s shimmering through dark skies.
It beams with ferocious rays.

I see a light, It burns again,
Crimson sun shines on a cold and empty wasteland.


3. DECEIT

On the altar of failed promises, false gods are hiding,
Among their empty hallways, never-ending screams prevail.

Chasing the light of a dying dream, serving a hidden morningstar,
Entering the realm of the ghastly veils, where stands the essence of all the lies.

Advance ! Make us suffer, bound us gross inequity !
Boldness ! The human mind is conducted by corrupt ideologies.

The wavering hollow truth, uttered by lavish ones.
They’re decoying souls until the final hour, when betrayers will do the last rites.

Victimized lives serve the leader pride and extol the fires of pure agony,
Flesh for a shot. Bow now, be a product of this organized felony !

Uphold the coma ! Altered past sweetens a doubtful destiny.

Monarchs with selfish visions are dreaming in fraudulent towers made of ash. They are driving the hands into a raging disorder...

...While all the world is proclaiming it’s silent traitors, where the unknown soldiers will hold, strengthen the thrones, give their life for the future dictators.


4. THE FERAL CYCLE

Mortified in the lack of grace,
We are insignificant in the name of this reign.
A systematic savagery shapes,
Still cries out for more epitaph.

Dark is the machine, the gears - behind black curtains - move,
They are long forgotten, forsaken, but still restless.

Once more the march begins,
And arms will strike again,
In the heart of every fallen man,
It grows : the seed of pure vengeance.

Obey the brave, and crush the wretched,
Ascend to dominate at any costs !
Downfall, revolt, overthrow no matter what option,
At last you can worship the purest of powers.

Once more the march begins,
And Arms will strike again,
In the heart of every fallen man,
It grows: The seed pure vengeance.
It feeds ever flowing ferocity.

A systematic savagery shapes,
Still cries out for more epitaph.

And fear runs through the veins of weak.
Soon they will fall to sour the marrow of this soil.
And as the serpent slithers under leaf mound it silently hunts, breeds from our shadows.
It breeds to upkeep the feral cycle.

Driven to be invincible,
Man always tastes a bitter end.

Hand in hand in cold dead letargy
We’re facing pure wildreness,
And cruel nature will rise,
Again, and again, and again.


5. THE DARK SPIRIT OF AGES

In poison dwells its secret,
Shadow of blasphemous hordes.
Defining moment is impendging, revealing oppressing force,
Of this cursed, aging manifestation,
Esoteric form of an undying maelstrom.

In treacherous silence,
It leads earthborn species into their tombs.

By fearful battles it’s marking the faces - of the victims in every era.
Sear land is womb of its shivering darkness - where the shards of time fracture.

At the edge of unseen turmoil itself,
And through disease it mourns in forlorn language.

The madness in minds of men,
Architecture of chaos,
A venom in vessels,
Which slakes the frightened lust for eternal :

Disintegration.
Desolation calls !
Putrefaction, ruination, guidance by unearthly lore.

Disintegration.
Desolation calls!
Guidance by unearthly lore,
Threatens young and old.

In wisdom dwells the secret,
And overcast of cobalt clouds.
Where aeons will be counted, and all the clockworks will stop.
Rules a cursed, ravaging famine,
Eater of civilizations keeps our survival uncertain.

In treacherous silence,
It’s leading earthborn species,
Into their subterranean condition.
It conquers exposed hearts. All doomed...

Build your walls, at the end they won’t save you - from this roaring, timeless form.
From the outside the unknown still haunts you - a call of an unnamed phantom.

Listen, it screams beneath the roots and stones,
It will find the way to the ears of unaware ones.

The madness in minds of men,
Architecture of chaos,
A venom in vessels,
Which slakes the frightened lust for eternal :

Disintegration.
Desolation calls !
Putrefaction, ruination, a guidance by unearthly lore.

Disintegration.
Desolation calls !
A guidance by unearthly lore,
Threatens young and old.

From the birth of words,
To the last echoing voice.

This eidolon will be at the very end,
Will make the last sentence.

A vermin in the collectiveness,
A shade which pulls us back,
Never lets us ascend.

The Dark Spirit.