1.In nomine
a hell of self caused pain
lewd paints harass me
no heart was ever caught and cursed
in such venial lust
decay of dreammade fear
overflows my tired heart
only disgust remained of sweetness bleeding
in caddish pain
loud rushes the sirens well
dark hales the sphynx before our guilt
our hearts trembling with filth
we cry forgive us our sins
tortured by god and crushed in my face
from our souls' darkened bliss
remained only a feeling of bashfulness
the day before in distorted glance
beating to bars of heretic songs
in despair and sadful grace
brighter the stars of forgotten hope
reflecting our godless sin
away you haunting face
with unamable fear
thrill of delight trembles the embers
of my breath
come and get me
you never succeed
choke the life out of you with pale
hands
I open it the door of life
and breathe the world again
I am
am sound and hot coloured life
still my blood flows
I am
2.In your eyes
fat priests become the purulent flux of the church
disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross
we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel
steel our heart, steel our soul in ardent desire for death
not even born in the womb restrained to their death
sick of his face on graves and remains
illusions of deliverance and your hail
burn your church, burn the book, with lies about life
in your eyes
pushing us towards tragedy
we're dying
in your minds
filled with war death and pain
we're sinners
in our hearts
saints and sinners are all the same
there's blasphemy
from your church
dictating weird democracy
we're leaving
in your eyes
pushing us towards tragedy
we're dying
in your minds
filled with war death and pain
we're sinners
in our hearts
our hate has condamned you
is nothing but blasphemy
of your church
black plates of carcery
we're stealing
masturbating in bloody hypocracy
lieing about interuption of pregnancy
run away from your own ideology
castigated in bloody monasteries
tragedy of failing and heresy
pouring fire over your sacristies
creed after carnal passion and luxury
your god is dead and will be
3.Noohoorsh
this is the story of a king called Sardon, who ruled over a land
called
Usketnan long time before our history. at the beginning of our
story you
can find yourself in the inner sanctum of the main temple, where
a
mysterious woman appears and tells the king about a possibility
to leave
their old state overshadowed by hunger, wars and chaos. outside
the
people have ensembled and wait for the decision of their leader.
- Chapter One -
- The Ritual -
nshigtur, the strange woman helps the king to get over his
premonitions
after his speech. she encourages him and promises him a better
future.
KING：
what can I do, my force is gone
hunger, plague, war and chaos rule!
who is that woman, what is she about
listen to my cries, release me from pain!
NSHIGTUR：
come with me into eternal life
KING：
can I believe her, can I trust
fear rules my mind as she controls my senses
what will the future bring？
can she release my pain？
is there a reason within？
this woman drives me insane
NSHIGTUR： I can be your promised land
KING： where will the journey end, what will be in its end？
NSHIGTUR： feel my force inside your head!
KING： her force ties me - haunts me - thrills me
NSHIGTUR： people will survive again
KING： can I believe your promises to be true？
NSHIGTUR： come with me to promised land
KING： death or freedom, what waits for me？
NSHIGTUR： over!
with a strange noise, nshigtur starts the ritual
and at its end the imaginative journey through space starts
NSHIGTUR：
la pomovalatep ihas rasiks
noohoorsh elau
fach es ra troke sofsledan
bas er se tschory fot ern
esserint foi ta sofsledan
in ta pida lockt
noohoorsh elau
- Chapter Two -
- Stranded -
the arrival. the new land is very strange,
everything is very geometric and black,
the people are afraid and nervous.
NSHIGTUR： now you're caught in my land
KING： what have I done？
NSHIGTUR： got your future in my hand
KING： what will it be？
NSHIGTUR： people will be slaves again
KING： never again!
NSHIGTUR： my kingdom is revenge for you
KING： no!!!
NSHIGTUR： your king lays in chains
KING： laying in chains
NSHIGTUR： no turnig back again
KING： want to be free
NSHIGTUR： enslaved in my hand, hate is your fate!
KING： noo!!!
suddenly a storm of stones begins, panic and hysteria rule.
nshigtur laughs and disillusionates the people.
KING：
smashed me, trashed me, laid me in chains
my people enslaved, deranged, eternal pain!
end of the storm. nshigtur incarcerates the king and presents
herself as the new queen of noohoorsh.
the people don't dare any resistance.
years pass by and the people are living in poverty and pain.
NSHIGTUR：
your blood is my life
through your misery I gain strenghth
obey to the diction of noohoorsh
as I 'm your life, your blood, your king
surrender to me!
hail me!
- Chapter Three -
- Revelation -
naramsu'sha, the keeper of the tables,
is already an old man but he still seeks the reason for all
this.
as he sits by a black lake and listens to the sounds of whales
he decides to go to the queens library
with all the old writings and books to find out the truth.
NARAMSU'SHA：
now I know why, the reason for all insanity
noohoorsh is damned, in my mind is clarity
nshigtur must die, she brings only misfortune
sardon has lost, the battle for eternity
4.Of vision and mental derangement
lies and vice burn my head in obscure rooms
rush of womans' robe turns me to stone
in the door the nightly silhuette
upon my head a rising shade of death
I sank with stoned mouth in the garden of stars
shades of murder came over me
with purple brows I went to the wood
gods rage slashing my tortured neck
heart ringing softly through the dark
night fell and my heart cristally broke
darkness slahing my sweating brows
white angels figure appeared
black skies of metal
crosses wave in red storms
a beam freezes in the clouds
and I go down
in satans'sweet damnation
hate burns my heart
feel
my unbroken force
see
my overshadowed face
breath
the stiffeling air
of lust and pain
I recognize
the true nature in my
violence
sweetness of pain drives my
exstacy
in endless search for the
appease
release
I gather from your pain
my senses are unstained
my heart is pumping red
seed has gone insane
nothing more to gain
5.Requiem
near autumn walls I'm seeking shadows
dark fears - an anthem of this time
damnation - the dreamers heart
overflown with purple red
melancholia of a dying world
follows my step as I walk
a stranger on the graveyard
towards the black swords of lie
dreaming they rise
from dark eons decayed men
black gates effuse
dying angels with cold brows
dark rooms senseless
bony hands
tortured blue unholy child
rat naws doorway
heart stone sad
cold fever halls purple death
darkness emotion
hunger condamned
fouling darkness
swords of lie
garden of orphans
unholy grave
red barchetta on the channel
life
lost life gained death
is the feeling in my heart
as I cross the rivers|edge
then my spirit will be set free
6.Shades of pictures in grey
lonesome under stars tent
walks through the silent hour
boy wakes out of weird dreams
his face decaying it seems
crazed woman with open hair
in the window staring barred
on the pond on sweet drive
lovers journeying wonderful
dark is the sound of springs rain in the night
drops of my blood falling onto golden plates
in myrial coffins a laughter whorish and wise
lust of my heart songs of madness and night
killer smiling bleach in the wine
the sick caught by mortal fear
nuns pray naked and wound
before gods pain on the cross
lonesome under stars tent
walks through the silent hour
boy wakes out of weird dreams
his face decaying like it seems
7.Shadowfields
within dead hearts
a bleeding face of pain
one voice sounds
sobing with horror that grows
expired, unsure and sweet
doing prayers with decaying souls
a miserable play
before prayers with stoned hearts
lights shimmering veil
priest strides up the altar
sunken colours move
streaming red on her cold lips
fear dominates me
feel it in my heart
in my soul
burning fever
crush my sweating face
realm of death
unforgiveness
burning in my eyes
in my heart
only poison
running through my veins
over the edge
faint angels watching altars
stream of blue eyes vague away
silence and shadows sink
in myrial spells suds swimming low
wretched figures reel into void
above my head
strike of blue colours voice dies on the choir
incense rising from black plates
on a dark bench I sit
raising my stare up to the cross
high upon high the starving voice
8.The blood on my hands
blood
you open the door
to
into the bride's room
it's
the secret it's decay
born
from fleshe's deepest need
rose upon my altar - i|m the rose on your altar
until two fades into one and one is death god!
as my fingers run through your thighs - I feel your fingers in
my thighs
smearing my seed over blood over death - smear your seed over me
at midnight rutting bride
reaching for blooms beyond the veil
tell you my secret
god died for fleshes need
please come you shivering bride
the devil must feast for lust of the dead
lust slashes hate
immaculation of dreams
born from blood crying red
can your hear the strike of azraels' wings
as your man I'm gonna take you
I'll possess you entirely
musti, so gods will, cut your throat
my dove and drink your blood
and your twitching foaming death
suck your entrails
your bashful modesty
your cries build a coffin of laughter and lust
beneath my bleeding hands...
rose on my altar
until two fades into one and one is me
god!
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