1. OV ASYLUM

(Instrumental)


2. THE OLD MAN'S TREE

My roots can't draw up tenderness
The sap that watered my veins is poisoned
Like the bark of almost dead tree
My withered flesh rejects all sweetness

Like the wind sweep the broken tree
I'll forget my wounds
In my darkened cell I wait
Like a convict

Like the wind sweep the broken tree
I'll forget my wounds
In my darkened cell I wait
Like a convict

The wind blows on my face
There are so many reasons to live
I realize and I accept my chance

Like the wind sweep the broken tree
I'll forget my wounds
In my darkened cell I wait
Like a convict

I'll just prepare the strong rope to die, live or die...
I've already found the branch to die, live or die...
The top of the tree is near the sky

The wind blows on my face
There are so many reasons to live
I realize and I accept my chance
But I keep the memory of treason in my brain

The flail of century have broken my destiny
The pictures and memories of my growth
And now my immost past lies into an unfertile ground
Where nothing sprout sole the oblivion

I'll just prepare the strong rope to die, live or die...
I've already found the branch to die, live or die...
The top of the tree is near the sky
The top of the tree is near the sky
The top of the tree is near... the sky.


3. PRETIUM DOLORIS

Eyes wide open in the silent room
A blue neon strikes my iris
Weird pictures are dancing on the screen
Semblance of help in my time of crisis
Nobody knows my diagnosis
I'm diving in my bath of dispair

I'm a dog, a bastard,a sweet junkie in in in my time of crisis
I'm a serial killer, a prostitute in in in my time of crisis
I'm a liar, a chameleon, a pretty dealer in in in my time of crisis
I'm a spoon, a needle, a detonator in in in my time of crisis

Snowflakes hides my vision
My bed's drapery absorbs me
Sweat, anguish in my world of illusion
Semblance of help in my time of crisis
But now people know my diagnosis

Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis

I'm a dog, a bastard,a sweet junkie in in in my time of crisis
I'm a serial killer, a prostitute in in in my time of crisis
I'm a liar, a chameleon,a pretty dealer in in in my time of crisis
I'm a spoon, a needle, a detonator in in in my time of crisis,

Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis
Time...of...crisis.


4. SUICIDE OBSESSION

After a lot of help in a world of unconcern
And a sea of tears, in drowned place
Cos'of selfishness and blindness of men
Now I call your name, I accept your game

Suicide obsession
Suicide obsession

The barrel of my gun points at my face
Now I have no disgrace
The powder blackened my hands and inside my veins
Flows a strange blood of pain...

Suicide obsession
Suicide obsession

The barrel of my gun points at my face
And I have no disgrace
The powder blackened my hands and inside my veins
Flows a strange blood of pain...

Lucrèce, De Rerum Natura

"And you will hesitate, will you be indignant to die?
You whose life is no all but dead, though you live and see
You waste the greater part of your time in sleep
Snore open-eyed and never cease to see dreams
Who bear with you a mind blagued with a vain terror
Who often cannot discover what is the maze with you."


5. A BLANK CHAMBER

Slowly I enter in the blank chamber
Alone but close to the tunnel
I am not afraid, warmth is surrounding me
Pencils of light are dancing before my eyes

Oh, please let me die, let me understand
It's not that far, it's a path of delivery
I rememeber the sound of this lullaby
Like a sweet song, the signal of my life

Now eyes of death are watching me
My blood is cold, my lips are grey
The spring of light is over me
It's really the end of my history

Oh yes I believe now I understand
It's not that far, it's a sweet delivery
I remember the sound of this lullaby
A revival song, the signal of my life

Help me Lord, give me heaven
Let me touch, let me feel
Send me, send me an angel
Let me see eternity

Now eyes of death are watching me
My blood is cold, my lips are grey
The spring of light is over me
It's really the end of my history

Help me Lord, give me heaven
Let me touch, let me feel
Send me, send me an angel
Let me see eternity

Life is nothing,death is sweet
Now, you're in the over room
You're a butterfly
You're free in the depths, in the garden
Life was just a gamble, life was a joke

Help me Lord, give me heaven
Let me touch, let me feel
Send me, send me an angel
Let me see eternity.


6. NAIL AND SPEAR

Bleeding soul crucified and agony
Lost spirit in the maze of doubt
Jostle by confusion and mystery
Of genesis we can't reach...

And inclined on the Adam's skull
The fragments of belief can come to life again
The crown of thorns in my hand doesn't crumble
My apocalyptic desire can be slained

You know my name my sweet lamb? You don't know my name?
Want you discover my secret, you wanna find the secret?
I'm like the pages, the bloody pages of an old book
I'm the flail, I'm the seal,I'm the beast
Are you born to lose? Yeah...Are you born to win?
What is the sense of your life?
No, what is the sense of this life, what is the sense of this fuckin'life...?

Dying soul in a lost paradise
Dying faith in a virtual dream
Disciple of mediocrity
In the human tragedy
Dying soul in a lost paradise
Dying faith in a virtual dream
Disciple of decay
In a moribond society, society...

The Christ parables enters,in my mind
And burns my sins by their purity
The saints down and comes to me...

Dying soul in a lost paradise
Dying faith in a virtual dream
Disciple of mediocrity
In the human tragedy
Dying soul in a lost paradise
Dying faith in a virtual dream
Disciple of decay
In a moribond society, society.


7. PENDULUM MOTION

In my quiet moments I can see the storm run away
And take all my sufferings in its den
Blank eyes enlighted by mindless of a day
I am fed by all the sensations of existence

In my quiet moments yes I can
In my quiet moments yes I can

The hell law burns my faith, burns my faith in my soul
The hell law burns my faith, burns my faith in my soul

Behind the black curtain of evil my fear can die
Overcomed by my creeds and all my perseverance
I must fix my past to accept my presence
Or my morrows will be gorged of a cry

In my quiet moments yes I can
In my quiet moments yes I can

Yet I can't sustain the face of beauty
As if my joy was impossible
Then the mask of delusion hides me
With its train of madness and troubles

The hell law burns my faith, burns my faith in my soul
The hell law burns my faith, burns my faith in my soul.


8. ECTASY IN SIN

The Christ is disguised on this rotten board
Among the strange relics of a destructive saint
Tears of blood are the sole pallet of paint
A daubing on a face of an holy whore

Your sumptuous altar has been built on a bold
Where the vinegar must be flowing like a clearwater
To be prey with two carrions like partners
It's surely the better termination Devil has sold

Embrace the sign of black mark
Among the wicked creatures of darkness
And, sexual slave, subjected among all
Your body will be defiled by human depravation

Taste the luxury and the religion of the flesh
Don't forget the womb behind the slight mesh

Taste all the sweet savours of the naked corps
It's the receptacle of the Devil orbs

Do you want to obtain the true disclosure
In your spiritual seclusion made of remorse
Are you conscious life goes worse and worse
Now in the church of sin take your last supper

Taste all the sweet savours of a naked corps
It's the receptacle of the Devil orbs.


9. APOCRYPHAL ANTHEM

A mental vortex is aspiring my reason
I feel I'm forsaking the lightzone
Crowes of death turn all around me
Their beak must be thirsty of gravy

This hot juice flowing inside the veins
Of all this bass existence soiling the street
Corpse in disguised- skeletons in full dress
Lots of targets for my spit

I'm the evil, human slayer
The soul reaper, the mask of horror
I'm the plague, the blood, the dust, the chrysanthemum
A serial killer

I'm the human slayer
I'm just a serial killer

Shockwave in the sky
God bless the Lucifer's child
Shochwave in the sky
I'm born to die

I'm the evil, human slayer
The soul reaper, the mask of horror
I'm the plague, the blood, the dust, the chrysanthemum
A serial killer

I'm the human slayer
I'm just a serial killer

Shockwave in the sky
God bless the Lucifer's child
Shockwave in the sky
I'm born to die

A mental vortex is aspiring my reason
I feel I'm forsaking the lightzone
Crowes of death all around me
Their beak must be thirsty of gravy

I'm working for the great horned
I'm working for Samael
I'm working for the great horned
I'm working for Samael

Shockwave in the sky
God bless the Lucifer's child
Shockwave in the sky
I'm born to die.