1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. EPITAPH OF THE MARTYR

This spiritual reform
The most rational and human
Of the concepts even thought of by men,
A martyr's epitaph shall forever stand as the warning of the churches
Cruel censorship committed
Through the centuries
"I'm the martyr, I will face consciously persecutions
Tortures and even death.
As if in an abstract dark wish the hidden will to rise against
Such heavy repression will be born again !
I'll never disown my beliefs... will my words be strangled By your foetid command ?"
"My soul will become a forgotten death's Empire
My body, now, die into your eternal tumulus"
As I stare inside me looking on an endless funeral,
Forgotten in the shadows abnormal and deformed figures
Marching endlessly in the oblivion of eternity
Ancient memoriae, concealed traces of an existence
Inspired by the most natural of the cults.
I'm the martyr, I will face consciously persecutions
Tortures and even death, I'll never disown my beliefs...
Will my words be strangled by your foetid command ?
It shall never be !
As I stare inside me looking on an endless funeral,
Forgotten in the shadows
Abnormal and deformed figures
Marching endlessly
In the oblivion of eternity.


3. DAMNATIO MEMORIAE

"The christian concept of a god is one of the most corrupted concept of a god...
God is the declaration of hostility to life, to nature, to life's will
God, the formula for every diffamation of this world, for every lie of the Beyond !
The divinized nothingness, the will of nothing sanctified in god..."
F.W. Nietzsche, Der Antichrist, 1883

Damnatio Memoriae
Censorship wrought through the holy cross
Spelled by a religion farce of itself.
Damnatio Memoriae... the Antichrist !

Through epuration of knowledge it wreaks oblivion.
In the meanders of it's dogma it refuses the truth.
For the sake of a position with no way out
Annihilating and deforming pure concept of spirit.
Messengers of a faith which has been uprooted
Perpetrating rites to subdue the spirits with the intent
Of hiding secrets of a now buried past.

Through epuration of knowledge it wreaks oblivion.
In the meanders of it's dogma it refuses the truth.
For the sake of a position with no way out
Annihilating and deforming pure concept of spirit.

Perpetrating rites to subdue the spirits
Which the intent of hiding secrets of a now buried lies.


4. THY CELESTIAL LEGION

I saw the face of human decay
The power of humiliation
Scabrous bodies and lustful lunacy of prelate infest...
Desolate corridors.
With the gaze full of black degeneration
Upon vestment they bring the cross
Reflecting, disowning, the little light in a macabre
Dance of pain and blood
The scent of sex and fear
Turn the house of their fraudolent god
In a tainting cave
Of hipocrisy and pleasure
Low groanings..
bred by sad and silent tears of shame
Makes more cosy the young and tender natural fright
Kept between weak legs.

The altar is a silent brothel
from the naves the saints silently behold bodies troubled
By passion
What a delight this insane immoderate delirium
I like to see you suffer !

What a delight this insane immoderate delirium
I like to see you suffer !
He from his cross above
Offers one's other cheek


5. SUPREMACY OF CONSCIENCE

Alone...
An infernal abyss of pain
Still pervades the spirits
Penetrating in the deep of obscurity
I can still find my faith !

The Holy conscience,
Perverted by the lunatic desire of supremacy
Ruin the man and deprave
The Nature.

The churchman's spirit is putrid
As a now decomposed carcass

The lascivious, depraved scenario in his perverted mind
Stand imperious but it hasn't mystic nature.

His thought is guided to spiritual riches
With no dimensions
But were, these, ever unreachable !
An infernal... abyss... of pain...

The churchman's spirit is putrid
As a now decomposed carcass


6. PERVERSION AND TREACHERIES

Absurd ceremonials of a religion
Which is only useful
To enslave the mind

Manifold lies outline the path of Creation
Like an unrepeatable epiteth

Millenary farce carried through time
Actually converted in Correctio-Memoriae !

Unsolved questions old as the world
That leads to consider humanity
A rough servant of a narrow circle
Of my equals

Distorted pretext of biblical memory
To command :
May be damned... churchman !


7. OLOCAUSTUM

This is the time for another revolution
Holocaust and disorder in this vision !

Blackened and spectral
From the past of the ages
Decadence of human souls will be my precious nectar !
Stars will show me the way
Slow and bloody way but imperious.
Blackened forces guide my deeds
Save the souls from fault
Sinister and mercyless
Cover the land with Christian blood
Majestic sons of creation
Set free my soul... from redemption
Disciples of a reign in constant agony
With demon eyes I see your Holocaust !
Oh mighty forces that guide my deeds
Dissuade me from fault.
Inebriate my senses adn lead me, proud, to the enthroning
Blasphemous in the scorn for a weak and sinful race
Slowly I feel my thirst being satisfied !
With demon eyes I see your empire fallen
In an eternally and dusky reign.
Every corner of the world will be covered
By a blunt force of blinding shines...
Chaos it will be !
Blackened and spectral
From the past of the ages
Decadence of human souls will be my precious nectar !
The moment of another creation is coming
Bodies without soul and will of steel are my shield
Against your reaction, I feed on your sensations.
This is the time for another revolution
Holocaust and disaster in this vision !


8. REDEMPTION

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