1. OVERTURE - CULT OF BLOOD

(Instrumental)


2. THE ORDER OF SCARS

Strength that punish me, take my air out of me.
Take my soul to grant me…kill them...kill them...
Tear them apart, tear apart.
Free my soul...oblivion
Believe, believe...before you bleed.
Die, die if you must die, and being able to die...
Join us into death, join us into pain...
Blood, gimme…blood, gimme…
The Order Of Scars a brotherhood of life.
The Order Of Scars a slavery into life.


3. THE HOLLOWMAN

Hollowman...
Drink the blood hollowman, spread your hands,
Upon the orphan one.
Bleed the dark, from above the lie…hollowman.
Across the path of an oniric chalice.
Smell the stench of ominous worshipped greed.
Ominous...ominous. Dead…


4. AEGRUS UMBRA

Rotten I died…
Rotten I died, inhuman and behind,
The walls of life to confront the putrid vain.
Even disease that takes my life away,
Brings me the strength to kill all of them...
Liber… liber, liber, corpus, liber, aegrus umbra.
Liber, liber, corpus, liber, aegrus umbra.
I will awake, to kill all of them. I want you dead...
I want… Dead... I want you dead.
I am the one who creeps in thy lie.
It crumbles and obey in the bottomless of thy lie.
Rotten I died, beyond the walls of life,
Under the cry of thousand nights,
I lie behind the arcane curtain.
Liber, liber, corpus, liber, aegrus umbra.
Liber, liber, corpus, liber, aegrus umbra...


5. CROWN OF UPHEAVAL

This is the end, this is the end... Hail rex, hail rex.
Under the bleeding promise, see them, the fallen.
Watch them die...
I awake, walking the raids of overwhelmed reigns.
I awoke this age of hate, I awoke the crown of upheaval.
Awake...
Vexilla rex… vexilla rex… et absentia luce.
Blood of all of them…vexilla rex…
Vexilla rex...


6. PECCATUM VERMES

Reap all their lives...reap them all, harvest their Sinful lives.
Rex, rex...vermis rex... reap all their lives.
Peccatum vermes, vermes rex, unchain the beast of Confinement.
And from the depths... give them all a wretched end.
Crush their lives… bleed, bleed…
I live their ocean´s mourning, I despise the mankind...


7. OVERTURE - MAGNUS

I saw, I´ve seen the lair of the wolf´s heir.
I bled the time of the orphaned land.
I´ve been...and always will be...Magnus.


8. HERESY OF PESTILENCE

Stench of redemption stigmatized, by sins of sacred Lifeless time.
I am the fallen from grace.
On your knees obey in time, being forced, being Stigmatized.
I am the bleeded from despair. Hiems...
Heresy... heresy... heresy... of pestilence... of Pestilence.
I am the fallen, the bleeded one... I am the fallen.
The crippled bastard of a cursed lie... I am the fallen.
Hate, wraith, human beign... disciples of heresy...
Heresy... heresy... heresy.


9. THE PSALM OF RATS

Psalm, rotten psalm that leads the rats...rats...
Praising the land towards the throne of rats...rats...
The howling choral, the benighted of dawn.
Liars behind the prayer, with idols made of dust...
In the temple of sand.
Written in blood and dust, the lyrics made by hands,
from who written the madrigal of the book of the lies of Man.
Rats...feed the rats, write, write the psalm.
And you know that you will die, but salvation is at hand,
Just feed the rats and rewrite the new psalm...
The temple, the temple of life...the blood of all of Us...
Blood of...us...


10. THE SUBHUMAN

Watcher from the breathless zone, lurking on the grim Space.
Prowler by the empty earth, painting darkness in my Landscapes.
Hidden on the bleeding ground, expecting by the immortal Sound.
Into end…into end…
Blindfolded believers can´t see their idols, can´t see The words,
In gravestones carved.
The shrine of pain drowned in darkness, the sacrosanct,
The bleeding fallen.
Lying in the bloodstained ark, the temple of the Confinement land.
Subhuman...


11. THE SCARECROWS CEREMONY

Here I am alone, tied hands…dying, in thousand dawns.
Free at last at night, we gather all creeds, drowned in Purple flames.
The Scarecrows Ceremony
Hanging on thorns, hanging by thorns, by thorns, by Thorns of life.
It burnt my eyes with silence and pride, once I saw the Dead line.
All night´s souls share my dawn and gather at my side.
Tales from the archaic and the cold from inside turned Within,
Out to...The Scarecrows Ceremony.


12. TROLLE CORPUS

Death to all...
Disease a morbid life of senseless crippled vanity.
And above thee, thousand gods to pray,
False creeds and rotten beliefs.
Trolle corpus, trolle corpus, trolle corpus, trolle, Trolle.
Death, death to all...
I want you all, death, death to all...
I want you all...
I want you all dead... all dead.


13. EPILOGUE - A FUNERAL IN NOWHERE

(Instrumental)