3. Black Soul
My black soul, slowly bleeds, fragrant sweet, slowly drowns
I scream for pleasure in presence of death, violence is my blood
Nobody dares to look at me my eyes are full of disgrace
Fly, fly away, my black soul
Your face twisted by fear incites my cells, my blood regenerated by horror
I laugh observing your rotten minds, and feed myself brutal things
Fly, fly...
Arcane symbols are my light and my trust, dead skin adorns my body and my soul
IN HOC ETIAM ANIMA POENAS EXHIBET
Your face...
fly, fly...
4. Hate And Scorn
Forgotten annihilated souls pray an idol called god, calling for salvation
Sons of a superior race we don't fear anyone
Shaped by hate we are invincible, sons of nobody we live for glory
We adore scorn!
Nocturnal beings satiated by hate untamed and savage larvas calling for mutation
Sons...
Total rebuilt dimension, charity enfleebles spirit
Psychedelic insane minds, terror without resistance
No ways to live all together - hate and scorn
Hoping ne day he will come and free you from hate
Devotion is a soul ilness, you can strive yourself but you'll never get well, it easily corrodes unlucky
People's mind 'cause it knows now to soothe their ill by offering chimeras
Listen to the voice of your spirit, we are born by disdain
Looking for shelter in god's arm hoping one day he will come
We adore scorn!
5. Iconoclast
This is my revenge full of bloody hate
Against the unholy and false words of god
Warrior of hell, adverse to the sacred, iconoclast
Black fallen angel, I fight and destroy
When I'll find heaven, I'll announce my last war
ZAZAS, NASTANADA, hell - seven deaths
Cry, breaking out the holy silence of the place
Devoted to the malignant and soldier of disgust
Warrior of hell, adverse to the sacred, iconoclast
None of you can't bring me down and stop my mission
Fight and destroy the image of the redeemer
ZAZAS...
But you dance inthe heaven Lord Satan, without god you're the new possessor out of the flames of dying, now you govern
And judge in the name of those that have acted for you setting on fire the holy images, glory to the master risen from
darkness, wake up!
Waiting the final war, waiting the last bell, like flames of hell like warrior I die
6. Void Of Naxir
In the twilight land of Inquanok I search the door and isolate my mind
And in the wind I hear the hidden drums and peeping of false flutes
The never cry of the ancient gods evil fires which eternally burn carry my dark spirit beyond the great frozen desert
Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra, in the mystery of Kaos,
to the altar of the law
I implore the magic stone, the stone of great cold, door of winter rain
I implore the magic stone, the stone of burning warm, door of summer wind
i implore the magic stone, the stone of hurried dreams, door of dying sun
i implore the magic stone, the stone of whirling air, door of Equinox
Abyssus...
Four are the great portals and seven the stones of those who wander in the sky
I hear the voices from the void, my mind is ravished by death
The ancient is still awaiting and reigns of light will rise
What can wait eternally is not dead
I implore...
I implore..
Abyssus...
11. Fathers
Listen, how you who reside beyind space and time
Endless realm, where the triplex golden star shines solitary and miserable man
Give up your spirit, miserable man, who nothing shades
Wonder through the endless desert solitary and miserable man
Beyond dimension, beyond space and through the most infinitive void
This is the origin of your past the origin that comes from nothing
Where life blows tis breath and death dominates look at the lost real; it disappeared
Master of time - living in the dark
Don't try to cross the infernal abyss the key is hidden in yourself
This is the origin of your past the ancient knows the way to inhebriate your fragile soul
Where life blows its breath and death dominates where the red sky vomits cold flames
Eternity will never end and time will never fall
This is the voice of the ancient and of their race they are the fathers...