1. PYRE WITHOUT FLAMES

They built their coffins and they barely survive
The screens of redemption still rape their freedom

Faith is venom
Hope is a snare

Wait for nothing and enjoy decay
No lord no submission
They can call me Lucifer
The free mind is a torche
This land is a pyre
Their salvation is silence
Suicide or martyrdom
They forget that grace is an everlasting lie while the nature of pleasure is a
Fleeting truth

Faith is venom
Hope is a snare

Wait for nothing and enjoy decay
All that you are is coming down
Think of this breath as the last one wind blows
Lost memories henceforth
Only stones speak
But all is visible for those who want to see
All is possible for those who want to be


2. EMBRACE A GREEN DISTRESS

(Instrumental)


3. THE BANK OF THE SHADOW'S RIVER

Soil still cries
Blood red teardrops
Rain and rust combined in a quiet flow of blurred souvenirs
The mirror of madness
The taste of insanity
We live a permanent dusk
Everyday is a funeral journey
The lined white crosses are landscapes
Trenches are playgrounds
Bunkers are cabines
Now the death is silent but life tails to tear the silence out of the air
Few lost souls roam over this green shroud
Drunk on wooded perfumes
The modest nature closes up on this sick animal called human
No one wins
Serenity is just the surface
Pain is everywhere else
No peace for the damned
No salvation for the land of all war


4. THE FALL OF EVERYTHING

(Instrumental)


5. I HATE THE HUMAN RACE

I hate them all
Mankind should be erased
I'll watch them fall from the world they create
They'll kill themselves
They control their own fate
No stopping now because it is too late

I hate the human race
What a fucking disgrace
I hate the human race
I'll smash your ugly face

Destroy the earth what you one day will do what's your life worth ?
Not much once you are through a world of hurt
You subject yourself to no sign of birth
The end of me and you

I hate the human race
What a fucking disgrace
I hate the human race
I'll smash your ugly face


6. SILENCE IS WEAPON

(Instrumental)


7. BLACK IS NOT A COLOUR

Black as the cell of this confinement
Black as our brandished lags
Black as these muddy waters
Black as my nights of torment
Black as the depth of my soul
Black as the dregs of my throughs

Where the tail of evil stabs
Hell shoots up
We live a permanent dusk
Hell shoots up

Black as the lips of liberty
Black as the infamous uniforms
Black as the dry blood
Black as the ink of judgment

Where the tail of evil stabs
Hell shoots up
We live a permanent dusk
Hell shoots up

Black as the crow
Black as the goat


8. RIVER AND FOG

(Instrumental)


9. UNCHAINED

We are not trees
We have no roots
I hate all borders
I'm not scared of ruins
Traditions are chains
Rites are comfortable
Burn the idols
Blasphemies are branches of truth
Accept mortality
There will be no grace no time to lose
Faith is failure
Demystify the martyr
Don't expect anything
There will be no deception
Annihilate the divine
Contemplate humanity's suffocation
Prayers are the regurgitation of fears