1.

Lurking In The Depth

The shapeless nightmare in center of Chaos,

which abominable curls and boil

in the heart of Infinity, in incomprehensible dark

chambers out of Time.

There, where do not reach our dreams,

creations which in the Ancient Times poisoned

conception of Time, choking with white

bones of endless generations.

Kaleidoscope of epochs is a moment

of slumber for Them.

You shouldn't even try to imagine Their

fragments of life to save common sense and soul.

Tormented by severe hunger They

rush though deserted dimensions

to Other Worlds and Other Stars.

Copulating with emptiness

They erupt hordes of poisoned shadows, raping our dreams.

Their spilling semen burns hungry Black Holes in space,

devouring Suns and Galaxies.

Once the nightmare will find a way

outside and becomes a daymare.

Gods will shudder in compassion to

our Reality in cause of such

loathing is in her secret womb.

The Ancient Ones will rise

and will be among us. The champing repulsive

paste of a living flesh.

The horror which is beyond all human representations.

Horror absorbing and digesting mind, body and soul.

2. Evidence Of Near Death (E.N.D.)

Exhaling stench like smoldering sepulchral fire

of leaving generations,

humanity shall leave the borders drawn for it.

The calmness has gone away,

torn to pieces by shouts.

The word collapses under the tire skies.

The broken phantoms with dull lacklustre eyes

that look into themselves are roaming the streets.

Ominous humility on calm dead faces.

The repercussion of soul freezing

cries and disgusting bone crunch walk like

echo in aborted wombs of devastated megalopolises.

The corpses from the dead worlds,

which had a cities like ulcers, swollen

porous parcels of the decaying

flesh and crumbling bones, too awful to be buried.

Here they are Adam's sons and daughters.

"The worm is spread under you, and worms cover you". [Isajah 14:11]

3. Body Bags For The Gods

We'll be devoured by endless spaces

of Another Ancient Worlds.

Cold wet interior of crypt

will become a mother's womb with dead infant inside.

We were blind, protecting our delusions,

imagined ourselves to be Gods, almighty ones.

We laughed at Time and Law.

Permissiveness darkened our mind.

Now it's time for a way in Nothingness.

Down, by steps to Nonexistence and Oblivion

Our dead bodies will whisper

theirs secrets to living ones,

who made a step to us through

the threshold of Madness.

We're standing on the edge of confluence with Chaos

where all forms, powers and symmetry dies.

The pride costs us a lot.

Now it is too late...

Indifferent and apathetic universe force

will get rid of as easily as its brought us here.

And only grinny Time

will be watching us eternally faling into Emptiness.

Ashes to ashes...

Dust to dust...

4. Cold Flesh Citadel

The citadel of decline

and plunder with the abandoned and leaved

bastions of consciousness.

The cold tower of flesh which used to be a human being.

The all-conquering dust eaten soul away.

The invading horror built a nest within eye-sockets.

The barbed wire of memoirs twisted around neck.

The skull fills with indeterminate but depraved stench.

Defilement, memory's sacrilege

and spasm of mind. Your heart vomits out slime.

Reflectory emasculation and feverish lobotomy.

Convulsively dipping into sucking caverns

of thirst disgusting Emptiness,

you try to expel legions of the stiffened dead men

from the Houses of Eternal Rest.

The sleep of reason

produces monsters.

The sleeper must awaken

5. The Pulse Of Somnambulist

The collective hypnosis leading into a web

of pseudo-memoirs.

Travel to stinking and shameless

dreams about life.

The consciousness moves to the other side

or phase of eternity.

Approaching of ancient and formerly

passive nightmare.

Travelling of neuronaunt.

Existence beyond the wall of sleep.

Pulsing hysteria in coma.

Incubatory visions tearing outside.

Ptomaine dementia rises over

all mankind and memories.

The dumb evidence of amputated mind,

napalm-burnt soul

and entrails stuffed with medicines.

Hollow realms of anabiotic

void breeding by false worship.

Victim's savour on the lips of oraquel Palpitating path

from bloody ordeals to coup de graco

Unprecedented rapture of obscene scarification

Body integrity identity disorder is sacrilege cult

Apostate apostle incapable of cure

I think, therefore, I am

I think, therefore I'm damned

I kill, therefore I am

I dead, therefore, I'm God

6. Unearthly Urge To Supremacy

Extraterrestrial beings have become

frequent visitors of the earth.

So far they are concealed,

they only scrutinize humans

without destroying their Eden.

They carry out experiments with us,

trying to breed with us,

to adapt faster to our living conditions.

Their sons are already among us,

half-humans, half-aliens.

The unearthly bloodlust is what reveals

their origin at dusk.

This time we shouldn't sleep!

Remind your headache the sunset dream.

That was the time

they've been torturing your fragile body.

It takes no effort for them to kill

human by disintegrating his being.

But they won't be able

to fit this planet without us.

Human body is only the cover

for their real aspect.

Visible strength is a visual deceit.

Our fears - their inhabitancy.

7. Gore Conspiracy

It's known, they are not the first,

who trying to substitute life values.

Gradually they interweaved deception and fear,

which help them to control us,

Control us by poisoning from within.

Repugnance and horror

are the mainspring of their desires.

While we permit them

to suffocate ourselves by lie,

self-cerement in hypocrisy,
sing psalms to treachery,

they be lords of not-our lives,

masters of not-our world.

It's their well guarded secret.

It's our well forgotten truth.

Willfully we put on manacles of submission,

the disease is inside ourselves.

It will be gone when we stop to fear,

it will espace when we open our eyes.

There is no disease except us.

My hatred has no name.

I'll cut-throat my weakness

and teach you how to do it.

Where the cure is helpless,

it's necessary to act by fire and sword -

bewitched meat must be torn out.

We'll pass the boundaries of this cramped world together

and take a look from below.

Truth comes to light - it's fuel for our hatred.

They shall not leave

nor surrender without a battle.

Neither self-healing nor miracle.

This is never-ending.
We can wake up only

through pain and bereavements.

Tear the sheep's coat and thrust

the wolves' canines into shepherd.

This is not whim, it's a matter of survival.

But they shall not release the slaves.

Flock waits other fate.

They've got only knife for the sheep.

Gore Conspiracy!

8. Amongst Phantom Worlds

I revolted with the Earth in Uncertainty and without a name.

I have lived my lives without counts.

My life - just a second of a dream in transstellar space,

a little stop on a way from one unknown Chasm to the other.

Fragile pulsation of my anti-life -

vagueness of crystal-clear Oblivion

from which the temptress-life has called

me for one short and unfortunate instant.

In a frenzy of despair, in oppressive dismal atmosphere

of seclusion, in a lack of interest in life,

without stimulus, yearnings and hopes

I continue my way through Deep Space

and Parallel Horizons neither dead nor dreaming.

Thousand times for one my breath

Madness and Unmadness has traded places.

I'm - a source of Unpurity.

My World - a veil which hid cosmic Chaos.

I'm ritual reiterate Dead World's Mantra:

"That is not dead which can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even Death may die"

Magical blood rises from the depths of my heart.

I revive the World with my blood.

I call my Name by myself.

9. Needles Of Hypocrisy (Interlude)

[Instrumental]

10. Knifed Humility

There is no God, and we are his prophets.

People always prepare for the Future.

But the Future does not wait for them.

It does not suspect about their existence at all.

And where people will not survive -

Gods has nothing to do.

The Man will taken and taken away,

considering that all of it is his own by right.

While the Earth will not answer:

I do not exist any more

and there is nothing for me to give you more.

Confidence in our perfection emerged from coitus of myths

and legends, which had been imaginary themselves.

We are nailed to our belief in own omnipotence.

We should be asking about insight

and remembrance to Stars.

But we have found hidden keys from Abyss

and we opened the Gates.

The doors that guide into darkness

can become Gates into Nightmare.

And now Oblivion is waiting in the dark to bless us.

Open the Gates!!!

And in a next moment,

awakening without the Mankind World

will continue its infinite way in dense Space,

it will disregard and indifferent forgotten

about thousands years of empires, progress and bloodlines.

When we'll die, nobody remains except Death.

But its days will be counted also.

11. Taedium Vitae

Purity and Order vanished

from the world a long time ago.

All my being is penetrated

by disgust for senseless and empty life.

Only fools are happy by promises.

I tearing the chains of agonizing existence.

I have passed the Way and I want

everything to end here and forever.

My remembrance roams from is to was and tries

to find the thread of Ariadne,

which resuscitate me from my frigid crypt of existence.

In vain. Only cosmic devastation, despair and disgust at life.

No Gods to pray.

Life is an unasked bestowal.

The astral corpse, lost between worlds,

looking at me from the mirror.

Excommunicated from happiness

and married to desperation.

Spiritual acupuncture and narcosis' tentacles on my pulse

help me to cut out the nest of sickness.

Flesh is only the cage,

and blade is the key to it.

I dissect cobwebs of pulsing veins,

unsheathing gaping coal dark.

Black oil drops are sprinkling.

Indescribable hordes are gushing outside of me.

I cannot scream with joy...

Now it's all the same to me.