Tracks

01. Perfect Form
02. Blade Intimacy
03. War Is mine
04. Ultimate Reign
05. The Last Of The Mohicans
06. Cold
07. Redemption In... Pain
08. Nihilistic Tranquility
10. Without Judgement



01. Perfect Form

Hold me tight
Touch with our greedy sight
Enjoy your humble triumph
Feed yourself with illusions

What is in human
Cannot be broken now
Enjoy your triumph
It will make you kneel before me

Bow to me
You will drink my cursed sperm
You will be raped and flogged

You most perfect
Of all human forms
Nothing of yours
Can live in this world
Can you feel the freezing fear?
Why this cramp of anguish?

Ask your idols
Where they've been
When demons were reborn
But now lay down
And receive my cursed seed


02. Blade Intimacy

Hideous poison sips in thoughts
My true desire prevents me from living

I see you bleeding - dead
I rip your skin off

Suffer from my love
Feel cold, the abyss breath
Follow me into the no-mans land

So helpless and lost
I'm shredding in pain
Feel me deep
Silent flesh
Headless, skinless

Feel my knife
My cold intimacy

I feel no condemnation
As they can be ashamed
I'm tightening your throat
I smell dead silence of yours
From the depths of little girl's body
It's so cold farewell kiss


03. War Is mine

War - we believe in
Holy, fucking war
Sons of desert, living bombs

Smothered for so long
Human's truth must be shown
Mutilated carcasses
Total domination
And nothing what blessed
Won't be passed over

Before your end
Let the harvest be fulfilled
Cause we love death

Blood is destination
And ultimate gift
Sick visions, smell of death
We moved demons
From the depths
Of human hell

Just defeat Jehovah
And let the Jesus be killed
Kill also the other
And our world will be free


04. Ultimate Reign

Lust - tearing away the last breath
Genocide - feasting with death's fumes

Fate's favourite toys
Touch, stroke headless corpse
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Brain kills the brain
Humble worms
Feeling like serial killer's love

Now open your eyes
And reach for what is inside
Your everything means nothing
You cannot penetrate nothingness

Violence - reigns tool
Reign - exclusiveness of violence
Death's total domination not a measure
But final and first aid


05. The Last Of The Mohicans

[instrumental]


06. Cold

So cold and tempting
I hear voices inside of me
You're whispering: take me all
Your blind eyes express
More they all can say

Frozen, silent smile
You won't tell me: "no"
In my veins sick desire
We're together eternal

For them - silent flesh
I can feel my hidden demons
Final source of love
So helpless and clean

Blasphemous words overcome my mind
Dead mistress cold and filled with beauty
And the lust is fulfilled
We are almighty
Covered with your black blood
I mutilate you


07. Redemption In... Pain

The patient curse
Rises from dead womb
It brings foetus - deformed
Immune doom

Beginning, end...
Your shameful end

Spawning delight and blood
Like trampled down bodies cloud
Eternal, immune, immortal

We can feel the primitive fear
I give up my struggle, invincible foe
Invincible, humans only witness

Torture, domination's tool
Instinct behind the curtains of will
Closed in tormented flesh
...Its end is everything dusk
Cause we are shaking scrap of meat

Blessed pain!
Madman's inspiration
Solace comes
Cause we are shaking scrap of meat


08. Nihilistic Tranquility

Immortal and empty
Wiseman, fallen
Touch the wound of god
Wash your hands in his water

Take me where
Endless void chokes with enormity
Moves the deepest layers
Of primitive fear
I feel nothing

I'm embracing, coming close
And just put the sneering kiss
I worship you and eat up your brain

My everything is nothing
I'm suffocated, dead

My tranquillity comes


10. Without Judgement

Guilty until... proven innocent
We condemn your soul... and fate
Never mind... the possibilities
Too busy for logic... or to calculate

Take part in! a diminishing breed
Where complex! turns to simplicity
...When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Without judgement what would we do?
We would be forced to look
At ourselves emerged in lost time
Assuming what may be
Without judgement perception would
Increase a million times

Distracted by... the imagination
That experiments... with ease
If you could taste it, it might be addictive
Where life will crush... those who defy

Take part in! a diminishing breed
Where complex! turns to simplicity
...When pain is acknowledged
Frivolous calculations will be abolished

Without judgement what would we do?
We would be forced to look
At ourselves emerged in lost time
Assuming what may be
Without judgement perception would
Increase a million times