1. SYNCHRONOZING THE TIME

Messengers of death multiply
Twisting in thousands of dark forms
Like plagues devouring every sign of life
Our world is going to collapse.

Synchronizing the time
Stop all the clocks of death
Synchronizing the time
We must silent our scream!

From the beginning of this mankind
Condemnation time was born
Our past was written with the blood
Our future will be sealed by our acts

Synchronizing the time
Stop all the clocks of death
Synchronizing the time
We must silent our scream!

Nuclear wars
Genocide
Burned trees
Pollution
Crying child
Ashes
Nuclear wars
Ashes killing my life

Synchronizing the time
Stop all the clocks of death
Synchronizing the time
We must silent our scream!

No more gods of mud
No more heroes of glass
You only have to watch your torn face
Carved by the artists of deformity

No more anger factories
No more sanity extermination
Evil breaking through our souls
Hidden jackals destroying our bones

Messengers of death multiply
Twisting in thousands of dark forms
Like plagues devouring every sign of life
Our world is going to collapse.

Synchronizing the time
Stop all the clocks of death
Synchronizing the time
We must silent our scream!

Nuclear wars
Genocide
Burned trees
Pollution
Crying child
Ashes
Nuclear wars
Ashes killing my life

Synchronizing the time
Stop all the clocks of death
Synchronizing the time
We must silent our scream!


2. XENOPHOBIC

Suddenly riding in the shadows
Invaders from another lands
They arrived destroying all the illusions
Of decadent human race

Blazing the flag of death
Your life is turning misery
Blazing the flag of indeference
Shutered by the winds of death

This conduct cause depression
That feed my hunger
The suffering has no limitations
Feel and hear my boundaries!!!

Sex!!! colors!!! politic!!! religion!!!

Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me
Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me

The air is died without hues
It´s urges sorround and pressure on us
We´re told and repeat there are no differences
Spinning hipocritical verses

Their instinct obey to the thirst
To find a world to conquest
Strange pleople hating the way
Command the desire of dominate

Sex!!! colors!!! politic!!! religion!!!

Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me
Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me

I can´t stand your colors!
I can´t stand your smells!
I can´t stand your religions!
I can´t stand your beliefs!

Blazing the flag of death
Your life is turning misery
Blazing the flag of indeference
Shutered by the winds of death

Their instinct obey to the thirst to find a
To find a world to conquest
Strange pleople hating the way
Command the desire of dominate

Sex!!! colors!!! politic!!! religion!!!

Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me
Xenophobic!
The arrogance was made for me

Sex!!! colors!!! politic!!! religion!!!


3. RALCO

Wind roars in the south
For the injust ursurpation
By the hands of people without roots
And mapuches screaming for salvation

Ralco!
Will flood our ancients and culture
Ralco!
Vexation so filthy will destroy chilean roots

Such genocide has succumbed
All alto bío-bío
while the money makers build a dam
Green valley converts pehuenche’s grave

Ralco!
Will flood our ancients and culture
Ralco!
Vexation so filthy’ll destroy chilean roots


4. MENTAL STORM

Get away from me
Fucking bastard
As you enter the hate
Confusing my life
Building the sorrow
Destroying my self
Playing with nigthmares
Is your way to kill!

.....Show me your mind......

A blinded illusion
Cause horrible fears
Crushing my entrails
This is turning real
You wanna my soul
For your bloody feast cries
Taking my self
The possession is back!

Suffering is my mind
Dying is my soul
Makers of dreams that converts in real
Causing in my mind mental storm
Your destiny has no hope
Blind and lost forgotten soul
Uncontrolled desire of control
Causing in my mind mental storm!

.....Show me your mind......

Suffering is my mind
Dying is my soul
Makers of dreams that converts in real
Causing in my mind mental storm
Your destiny has no hope
Blind and lost forgotten soul
Uncontrolled desire of control
Causing in my mind mental storm!


5. GUERRERO APOCALIPTICO

Majestuosos infiernos sagrados
Lo intangible lo incierto a nacer
Pues ahora tus manos rasguñan
Por creencia muriendo de sed
En un mar donde todo deambula
El instante sagrado a de ser
Sin embargo tus ojos se asfixian
Sellando tu muerte otra vez

Oscuras visiones, en mente esta el terror
Tus ojos no distinguen que el instante ya llego
Télulas errantes, adn mutantes
Son el principio de un fin lleno de dolor

La demencia te acosa, te consume, te atormenta
Embajador de los muertos vivientes
Camino a la oscuridad, al borde de un abismo
Tu cuerpo huele a podrido, tu mente pierde el sentido!!

Oscuras visiones, en mente esta el terror
Tus ojos no distinguen que el instante ya llego
Células errantes, adn mutantes
Son el principio de un fin lleno de dolor

El primer guerrero del apocalípsis
Es el principio del fin
Hijos de la degeneración humana
Son vuestra creación
La vida es muerte producto de la peste
Del que reina el cenit
Tu imperio se acaba, tu vida ha fracasado
Estas condenado a morir!!


6. CODIGO DE DESTRUCCION

Enciendo mi mente, programo mis actos
Preparo mi cuerpo, agudizo mi tacto
Presiento un deseo, me mueve un impulso
Código de recuerdos me vuelven confuso

Voy por mi destino, está escrito en mis genes
Lo dispuso el creador, suprema es la muerte
Muerte en mis genes todo es sed de poder!!

Sangrienta es la batalla, mueren miles de inocentes
Oh dios por qué nos creaste asesinos y dementes?
El juego de dios ya se ha cumplido
Sólo resta esperar que el tiempo lleve al olvido

Voy por mi destino, está escrito en mis genes
Lo dispuso el creador, suprema es la muerte
Muerte en mis genes todo es sed de poder!!

Naves de guerra dominan el cielo
De odio se llena mi mente
Destruyo mi mundo, elimino a mi gente
Lo grotesco esta presente

Ahora ya se que mi propio cuerpo, mi mente se libera
Mi alma se revela! estoy libre de tí al fin
Por qué todo es así? ya no queda esperanza
Tú dios me creaste
Tú dios me condenaste!

Voy por mi destino, está escrito en mis genes
Lo dispuso el creador, suprema es la muerte
Muerte en mis genes todo es sed de poder!


7. TORQUEMADA (SERVER OF GOD)

Tormenting
Is the only way to extinct god’s enemies
To make the sinners confess and clean their souls
Crushing their heads and bodies by holy terror
To reach the cleansing

A dark veil
Hidding your face, desiring to quench the thirst
Are you ready to be a punisher?
Under the ritual of death, your gown lives
To reach the cleansing

Written is you were born in a circle damned
Your hands manage people’s destiny
You are the cleaner of souls
Torquemada, server of god.

Satanic rites, you make the job
To get the extinction of evil corpse
In God’s name I have control
Inquisition will set you into the fire

In your eyes I can see the interior of the worst
Torquemada, hagman of the doomed souls

Feeling all, suffering and crying for getting compassion
Tools of god are making his bastard job

Tormenting
Is the only way to extinct God’s enemies
To make the sinners confess and clean their souls
Crushing their heads and bodies by holy terror
To reach the cleansing

In your eyes I can see the interior of the worst
Torquemada, hagman of the doomed souls

Feeling all, suffering and crying for getting compassion
Tools of god are making his bastard job
Torquemada!!!


8. SPIRAL MADNESS

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9. PRINCE OF THE DARKNESS

The night is arriving now
It’s cool falls down on the earth
The smell and dense ambient arrived
Impregnated with my fears
The time delays with softness
Time is near for this meeting
Our souls rotten and prepare to
Surrender to the prince of terror!

Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!
Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!

Walking with impatience
Arrived to the point of this meeting
A dirty and rotten catacom
Where the damnation is
Under a dirty niches
We found the worse, we found the death
I don’t know if it was a dream
I think it was a vision of horror!

Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!
Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!

In the night I can see the god of the flesh
Walking to the damnation, taking all for possession
Finality I’m going to salvation of my self
But the prince of the death for ever lives in your soul!

Walking with impatience
Arrived to the point of this meeting
A dirty and rotten catacom
Where the damnation is
Under a dirty niches
We found the worse, we found the death
I don’t know if it was a dream
I think it was a vision of horror!

Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!
Prince of the darkness, you are the terror!


10. THE USHER HOUSE

Entering in a desolated poem
Two dark forms, lying waiting for sure
A mistery , and red tear sprouting
Your suffering, your sentence, your destiny

The gates, silent servants of death
Opening in a dismal and black symphony
No more intruders, no more pursuer eyes
Just to delay this rising and malefic ride

Tearing, bleeding, to go mad, to deafen
Madness is my environment
Terror is the Usher house

Red liquid harvest, of an inhumane place
Falling heavy and slowly like a lethal rain
So close, death embraces you fate in silence… mortal silence!

My eyes are blind
My blood is poison
My hands are sprained
My damnation is my name

Entering in a desolated poem
Two dark forms, lying waiting for sure
A mistery , and red tear sprouting
Your suffering, your sentence, your destiny

Tearing, bleeding, to go mad, to deafen
Madness is my environment
Terror is the usher house

Quiet silence
In my mind I can see disorder
There’s my madness
My mind is out of me, so slowly
My mind is gonna crazy
My mind!


11. THE WOUNDS OF CONVERSION

Suffering is next to
Feel your temples pouding
The relection of a fading image
Strikes your head again!
These´re the wounds of convertion
Open and soaked in blood
Like the gates of desolation
The echo of your dreams full of rage!

You fell compellled to kneel down
Rivers of pain is sprouting
Your finger root into the soil
Your eyes open wide
These´re the wounds of convertion
Slowly you try to stand up
Unable to put up the oppression!
Hardenered veins are the image!

Stop!
My soul is transforming
Stop!
I´m that who they want to see
Stop!
My soul is transforming
Stop!
I´m that who they want to see

Feel an asphyiant presence
Feel an deafening silence
Feel the pressure over you
Feel a lost destiny
Your brain is shapeless remains
Your eyes are tired
Your blood has dried out
The echo of your dreams has been silenced!

Suffering is next to
Feel your temples pouding
The relection of a fading image
Strikes your head again!
These´re the wounds of convertion
Open and soaked in blood
Like the gates of desolation
The echo of your dreams full of rage!

You fell compelled to kneel down
Rivers of pain is sprouting
Your finger root into the soil
Your eyes open wide
These´re the wounds of convertion
Slowly you try to stand up
Unable to put up the oppression!
hardenered veins are the image!!!!

Stop!
My soul is transforming
Stop!
I´m that who they want to see
Stop!
My soul is transforming
Stop!
I´m that who they want to see