Pilgrimage From Darkness
Satan have you this is your joy?

In his eyes the evil spirit rise
Turns to darkness with Satan's name

Blood cries no one sees, no one hear
To reach the blessing of God

As the pump is dead
As the time is never lied
As the seven crows are flied
You can hear the calling

As the time is right
Dead bodies rise up from their graves
And when the time comes near
Oh, I see the prince of glory

Holy month sacred hounds under the hill
Do you hear their call?

Странник из тьмы
Тобой повелевает сатана - это и есть твоя радость?

В его глазах просыпается злой дух,
Он обращается во тьму с именем сатаны.

Мольбы отчаянья, но никто их не услышит, никто их не увидит,
И не обратится к Господу, чтобы обрести благословение.

Когда помпезность умрет,
Когда время перестанет лгать,
Когда семь воронов взлетят,
Тогда ты услышишь зов.

Придет время -
Мертвые восстанут из своих могил.
И когда наступит этот час -
Я увижу Принца во славе Своей.

Святые уста, священные псы у холма -
Слышишь ли ты их зов?

Black Embrace
Terror when the darkness binds your limbs
Terror when the fear freezes your nerves
Horror when the pain climbs up your veins
Darkness creeping under you skin

Moment of life when we all have to choose
Which way to go and for whom to sacrifice your life

Invoke the god - pray
To lead you back to life - pray
Cursed by religion - hate
Learned upon church - fake

In the verge of hell of human mind
Redemption of your soul
As darkness binds you tight

Privilege Of Evil
Your fear, your flesh
Cruel horror your fate
Cursed shroud your void
Dust to dust you're feel harm
In your eyes we shall fall
Torture of death

Punishes to life shame of chaos
Awaking them its bound of chaos
Locked in pain your flesh
Tearing horror of pain
We arise, rise in tomb
To terror in your eyes

Misery Path
We sail across the sea
In our thoughts we float over mountains
All this vanity that we could hide the truth

The truth is to be alive
And to live your life in fear by hate
And create our own gods

We all ourselves are created our own images
Ourselves we are created our own gods

In the misty morning when the sun is rising
When the whole sky is red like blood
Man can realize the real meaning of life
To love and respect your life

Your salvation or is just your damnation

Vulgar Necrolatry
Erosion of life I see
It makes the passion burn in me
Life it always withers away
Death will eternally stay

Corpses in their coffins
Forever rest in peace?
There sleeping with the aspergillums
Is this justice to the dead?

The atrocious sight of burial ceremony
Christians weeping for the departed
They won't understand they should envy them!

The deceased they know if there's a paradise
Or shall we feel the purgatory!
I open the graves admire the rot
I can feel the presence of something beyond

Aureole of nauseating reek
Wings of shriveled skin
Holy beauty of a carcass
Divine sight for me to gaze upon!

Necrolatic! Reverence for putrefaction
Necrolatic! Reverence for the stench

I kneel before a carrion
I pray before the dead
I know they shall rise
I fear for the scourge
I revere power of the dead

Excursing From Existence
Excursing from existence
Life flout away
Locks for arching will confused
Reach me stares pain

Ex-salvation dismal function
Life like dream fault really

Rebel decoying in ecstasy
We have propelled, we don't cry
Time with mercy with alive past
Excursing from existence

I come out from other side
I come from sun feast upon
Domination of the other side
Excursing from existence