Tracks

01. Conjuration Of The Maskim's Black Blood
02. Nyarlathotep's Children Of The Void
03. Seething The Flesh In The River Of Phlegethon
04. Transformation Within Fictional Mutation
05. The Ancient Draining Room
07. London's Anthem For The Pleasure Of Mutilation
08. Sacrilegious Reflection
09. God-Like Demon
10. Carnal Consummation In The Empty Space
11. Epilogue - Beginning Of The End



01. Conjuration Of The Maskim's Black Blood

The Seven Maskim. Lords of the Shadows, come forth!
Cripple the hearts of man.
Desecrate the light.
Darkest flesh, come forth!
Darkest blood, come forth!
Creatures of the grotesque, arise to devour.
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Vengeance of the ancient ones, heralds of pestilence.
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Hear the destructive storms of evil wind.
I shall invoke thee!
I shall invoke thee!
From the depths, they shall rise!
From the depths, they shall rise!
I shall invoke thee!
I shall invoke thee!
From the depths, they shall rise!
From the depths, they shall rise!
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Vengeance of the ancient ones, heralds of pestilence.
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Hear the destructive storms of evil wind.
Darkest of flesh, rejoin!
Darkest of blood...rejoin!
Darkest of flesh, rejoin!
Darkest of blood...rejoin!
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Vengeance of the ancient ones, heralds of pestilence.
They are Seven!
They are Seven!
Hear the destructive storms of evil wind.


02. Nyarlathotep's Children Of The Void

Oh, bestial Sphinx.
You foreshadowed the crucified race.
I am your disciple, and you are the depraved sire.
Invoke the highest fire, to cleanse the hapless kin.
Invoke the blight wounds on our livid skin.
Ia! The old one.
Ia! The lord of the dead.
Ia! The father of scum.
Ia!...
Ia! The ancient one.
Ia! Blood of the scorpion.
Ia! Lore of the Necro-god.
Ia!..
Entity for the funeral pyre.
Adoration towards the great suffering.
We are the followers to feast your flesh.
We are wraiths, enslaved by the book of dead names.
Ia! The old one.
Ia! The lord of the dead.
Ia! The father of scum.
Ia!...
Ia! The ancient one.
Ia! Blood of the scorpion.
Ia! Lore of the Necro-god.
Ia!..


03. Seething The Flesh In The River Of Phlegethon

Boiling of noxious flames.
Crawling beneath from Heaven's decay.
Hades has sheltered the damned, away from the supernal circle.
Bathed...Bathing in a heathen's womb.
The Nether hands are placed firmly, pulling angels down into the lair of the anti-Christ.
Hear the demented screams.
From shadows sentenced to burn!
Seething the flesh
In the river of Phlegethon.
Seething the flesh
Tearing out the eyes of God.
Boiling of noxious flames.
Crawling beneath from Heaven's decay.
Chiron has united in torture.
Bathed...Bathing in a heathen's womb.
Corroding the sacred sun to except the darkest icon.
Seething the flesh
In the river of Phlegethon.
Seething the flesh
Tearing out the eyes of God.


04. Transformation Within Fictional Mutation

Formulate these tales that spread viral growth in the bodies of man.
Breeding a demoniac plague of malformation.
These creatures beyond the visions of dreadful nightmares.
In living myths.
They contaminate the dimension of reality.
Incurable darkness within!
Reincarnate the darkness within!
Blackened gateway of channeled mutation!
Let the transformation begin!
The darkness leaks.
Becoming the wickedness of wretched beasts!
Breeding a demoniac plague, for the fucking end.
An abstract birth.
To bring alive this fertile evil.
In living myths.
In the face of the beast.
This is the end of times.
Incurable darkness within!
Reincarnate the darkness within!
Blackened gateway of channeled mutation!
Let the transformation begin!
Their blood serves the beast.
Controlling this mortal realm.
Human skin turns into slime and horns.
You shall serve!
You shall serve!
You shall serve the beast!
Incurable darkness within!
Reincarnate the darkness within!
Blackened gateway of channeled mutation!
Let the transformation begin!


05. The Ancient Draining Room

Vertical, upside-down decomposed sculptures.
Bearing this violent ritual.
A gallery of maimed art.
Stretching and sectioning threw specimens.
Stretching the rib cage wide open.
Pouring down, feeble blood.
Stains of horror...Bled from the new found dead.
Murderous performance!
In a theater of carnal separation.
This is the draining room.
Cast the flesh to rot!
Exposed the threshold.
Sadistic torture.
Severe bloodshed.
They shall spoil!
Stretching the rib cage wide open.
Pouring down, feeble blood.
Stains of horror...Bled from the new found dead.
Murderous performance!
In a theater of carnal separation.
This is the draining room.
Cast the flesh to rot!


07. London's Anthem For The Pleasure Of Mutilation

Throat laceration from a surgical line, from blood lust fingers.
Mummified corpse smothering with her own entrails.
Nevermore to the filthy whore.
London's worthless.
Beaten down, frail hearts.
History has been made by the ink of the Devil's blade.
Behold the malicious beauty, by the silence of the respiration.
Kill the whore.
No slut deserves to live.
London's worthless.
Beaten down frail hearts.
Peasants will fade behind the perverse masquerade.
He is the one...chosen to redeem the name of punishment!
He has been chosen by the tyrants of hell...to sacrifice for the new age that is approaching!
Dark times have been worshiped by his name...
And his name shall live forever!
FOREVER!!!
London's worthless.
Beaten down, frail hearts.
History has been made by the ink of the Devil's blade.


08. Sacrilegious Reflection

I am the Judas worm!
Awakened from a sacred sleep.
Defiling the light in spiritual suicide.
I have unblessed strength!
Through self made demise.
Killing myself for the principles of blasphemy!
I am pure corruption!
I have reasons against god!
I preach mystique hate!
I reveal my sacrilegious reflection!
I am the Judas worm!
Pledging this necessary evil.
A burial made for kingdoms of divine swine.
Sovereign perfection!
Justify the ways of darkness.
Free myself to obtain self power.
I am pure corruption!
I have reasons against god!
I preach mystique hate!
I reveal my sacrilegious reflection!
"I shall embrace the razors to slit all holy veins!
I shall perish the sanctum to end the weakness of faith!
I am truth and reality!
You are parasites of a worthless fucking fable!"


09. God-Like Demon

Bow before me!
For I am the power of immortals.
Sowing up the decrepit mouths.
that drink from the chalice of deserted knowledge.
Eternal enemies!
You are all condemned!
Eternal enemies!
I have crowned my fucking horns!
This god is I.
A demon's task to conquer the weak.
Severing tongues that speak against me.
Worship my name!
In the name of Belial's seed!
Worship this blood!
That's coursing through these vein.
The erosion is calling!
Spreading until it ends it all.
Fear the most sickness creation.
The creator of supremacy!
Eternal enemies!
You are all condemned!
Eternal enemies!
I have crowned my fucking horns!
This god is I.
A demon's task to conquer the weak.
Severing tongues that speak against me.
Worship my name!
In the name of Belial's seed!
Worship this blood!
That's coursing through these vein.
God-Like-Demon!
Forcing my fist down your fucking throats!
Eyelids cut off
to witness my chants of disease.
Violent redemption.
Written for the crippling of the spoiled.
God-Like-demon!
For I know who I am!


10. Carnal Consummation In The Empty Space

Colonized worms searching for Omega's seed...
This placid touch from the Devil's codex.
The desert's curse of demon shades...
Putrefied shadows from their sullen fury.
They writhe corpses for their blood lust cancer...
Nightmarish wasteland of the relic race.
I saw hell in the empty space.
It took my soul to the darkest place.
And I shall worship nocturnal rites.
This arcane life demonic paradise.
Malefic sands ,devouring the mortal clay.
Vexing the damned by crippling peasantry throats.
The serpent ghouls of primitive darkness, known as the horde of burial leeches.
Funeral thirst lies within machination.
Viscera erosion, tormenting the flesh that rots.
I saw hell in the empty space.
It took my soul to the darkest place.
And I shall worship nocturnal rites.
This arcane life demonic paradise.


11. Epilogue - Beginning Of The End

"Hallow grace unfolds.
Coiling around flesh of starving light.
It's the breath of time.
Seizing to die inside.
Final taste of innocence consuming the sins of signs.
Open your eyes to the end of time."

"No beauty shall be painted again.
This unfortunate fate guided this end.
Bear your terrible scars.
This suicide note against mankind."

No hope survives genocide.
You sold your soul for this...
You sold your soul for this...
You sold your soul for this...
You sold your soul for this...
Ashes fall on sedated life.