1. NYARLATHOTEP

Reveak thy name!
What is your essence?
The creation of ashes and anger
Thy face is covered by whispers and shadows
Open Thy secrets and tell me,
What brought you here?
Death and darkness follow Thy steps.
You burn and left behind the places of hangmen
And disappear into the blackness
around the face of my beloved.

Heat and light are devouring us
inside the dead womb of emptiness
Is there hope it will let us out?
No!

And when you will aks why is it so cold,
My finger will point to it,
so don't be scared.
The end is nigh
His shadow is crawling behind your back.
How did we anger the lords?
Why does the curse follow us?
Is there an answer?
No...

There's only a silence...


2. AZATHOTH

In the blind triumph of madness
The Universe Gods are dancing,
And obscured drums beat and silent moans of
the cursed flutes accompany them.
But somewhere beyond the seas you've never seen
There are mysterious dolphins and
nymphs swimming unseen
And I will be there.
And I often ask myself what am I doing here.
Reigning on the throne among my walls
Creating and devouring myriads of planets.
I hope to feel just one drop of light,
greedily biting into an endless chaos,
But I'm blind and mad as any other God.
This is the place I was born,
and here I will be destroyed.
And we'll perform our dance together
with Azathoth's flutes,
As dark,
eyeless, voiceless
and insane
as the universal chaos itself.


3. SHORES OF THE SLEEPING SEAS

(Instrumental)


4. XASTHUR

We will never become better
While the grapes of hesitation are growing inside us.
The seed of evil is planted deeply inside our souls,
Entwining around the thousands of dead branches.
This place will rot.
We've become elder, but not older.
Everything you love will vanish in emptiness.


5. THE ANCIENT ONES

(Instrumental)


6. KADATH

The day this war has began is the last day of the great depression.
Seething in infinity, gazing interminably at the new flesh.
I'm closing this theatre of the absurd.
Struggling constantly with my own ego I won't see innocents suffering.
The time has come to destroy the enemy, to ruin, devouur, drain out his body through his mouth.
There is only one thing that still disturbs me and makes me suffer.
Looking at the demon I see myself.
Clatto!
Verata!
Nicto!