Tracks

02. Sermons Of Enthralment
03. Remains Devouring Consciousness
04. Flagellation For Rescue
05. Doomed Flesh Tortures
06. Inconsistent Doctrine Of Expiation
07. Disfigured Faces Of Pontifexes
08. Poisonous Сompassion



02. Sermons Of Enthralment

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
The enemy unseen under the mask of virtue
Conceals his loathsome goals
Of enslaving the Earth the chains of
Religion oppressing its victims

Taking away everything we value
Taking away the will to live
Taking away our consciousness
Taking away our life

Blaming natural intentions as sin
Turning one into a puppet of obedience
Into a zombie of parable and commandment
Taking away the will to live

The cup is full with offertory
The fear absorbs your earnings
Life turning into a penal servitude
Of the slave working for his cross

The result of your work is just fodder
For insatiable swine
Church addiction is spreading
Like a mind-poisoning plague

Evangelists preaching inflaming the souls
With pity and guilt -
The imperceptible fire burning you to ashes
Humiliation is a means of your mind's enslaving

Taking away everything we value
Taking away the will to live
Taking away our consciousness
Taking away our life

Feeling guilty in the world
Of weakness and hypocrisy
You become a victim
Of mass slavery


03. Remains Devouring Consciousness

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Decayed corpses of the canonized
Remains possessing miraculous properties
Any body part is the object of unquestioning worship
Believers' sacrifices are flown down

Credulity as an inexhaustible source of enrichment
Relics attract crowds of pilgrims
Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse
Bring everything to feed greedy monks

The miracle with bread was repeated, but it'd been replaced with corpses
Jesus Christ's life-giving cross is shattered into chips

Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse
Bring everything to feed greedy monks
Famous saints are dismembered on fine pieces
Exhumed skulls and bones are exposed

Perverted prejudices direct your actions
Main altar collects your conditions
Zombified humanoid idolaters
Kneel before the decayed drop

Bring everything to see the disfigured corpse
Bring everything to feed greedy monks
Famous saints are dismembered on fine pieces
Exhumed skulls and bones are exposed

Awful necrocult devouring human consciousness
Generating reverential fear before sacred relics
Decrepitude reaching the apogee
Philosophy of judges of a dead piece of flesh


04. Flagellation For Rescue

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Fanaticism of mad victims of religion
Falling of human reason
Influence of mystical absurd
Legalized by church dogmas

Generation of slavish submission
Ineradicable desire to serve
and to be humiliated
Infinite creeping in a lap

Intolerable sufferings in the name of enlightenment
Torment yourself with thorns
Hold down yourself with iron hoops

Admire voluntary sufferers
Their god wants to hear intolerable groans of pain
Their god wants to contemplate half-dead slaves
Which have destroyed their bodies for getting rescued

Let the true dogma stick
Blackening all parts of your body
Deserving reputation of sanctity

Owing to terrible tortures
Mockeries at your own flesh
You become an object of admiration

Religious masochism poisons souls
You're searching for knowledge in your own pain
Insanity of the upset mind
Hallucinations of the poisoned brain


05. Doomed Flesh Tortures

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Torture is the weapon of Christ followers:
Endless execution and mockery at the condemned flesh
Witch hunting, devil fighting,
The banishment of non-existing forms just for pleasure

The butchers with crosses in their hands
Enjoyed their victims'pleading for mercy
Being quartered in the name of God with their eyes out
Bones broken and the pieces of flesh pulled off

The bones get out their joints cracking
Admit your mistakes, hail God!
Hair and skin burning in the holy flame
The body cauterized by hot iron

The louder the cries for help and mercy
The hotter the iron gets
Approaching your face
Until the eyes are boiled

Unable to cry anymore, you can just groan in convulsion
The butcher pulls pieces of flesh from your thighs
Your breast and your calves
Are you ready for renunciation and admitting your mistakes?

Victim's moan is drowned by the sound
Of the clutched arms and legs skin bursting

Open wounds meet boiling oil - the tears of Christ
Melted lead pouring in the mouth is the final step
Of the agony of inhuman sufferings
The Christian God got another sacrifice

The masters of human fate, devilish experimentators
Permissiveness striking by its cruelty
God's servants acting with impunity
Embodying the hatred towards humanity

The bones get out their joints cracking
Admit your mistakes, hail God!
Hair and skin burning in the holy flame
The body cauterized by hot iron

Victim's moan is drowned by the sound
Of the clutched arms and legs skin bursting


06. Inconsistent Doctrine Of Expiation

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Doctrine of expiation, realization of death
Mind blackout, loss of the creator's image
The sacrifice as a payment for the sins of mankind
Helplessly suffering on a cross before aggressive crowd

Senseless suicide or the way to rescue?
Internal contradiction of the idea of self-sacrifice
Generates doubts about the opportunity of following it
The law after execution - what is its sense, what is its essence?

To observe human fidelity to revel in fear
Of the flock intimidated to death

The law after execution - what is its sense, what is its essence?
To laugh at everyone turning a look to heavens
They observe the law, but do not find expiation
Horrified, wait for the death after which the justice is done

Getting away from pleasure, accusing yourself in being unworthy
Worshipping crucifixion and icons, praying humiliating prays
Eat His flesh, drink His blood - primitive ritual
Instilling hope for the eternal life and justification

Death and sufferings of God - the inconsistent doctrine of the Trinity
It executes and expiates itself before itself
The mankind remains the same
So what is the sense of the egoistic act?


07. Disfigured Faces Of Pontifexes

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Cut each other holy people
The authority dictates its laws
To put on a tiara
and to sit down on a throne

You'll need a number of perverted methods
Poison each other in glorification of god
Liquidate the rivals

The crown is dirty with the blood of motherfuckers
Clergymen breathe the smell of putrefaction
Terrible sight is presented
Black, disfigured, dropsied corpse

Lips and nostrils covered by dark slime
The mouth wide open, the tongue swollen with poison

The disgusting stench all around
That's the payment of the God's slave
Living like wild animals
In the name of the cross

Can help wishing to revenge upon even an already dead opponent
To exhume the disfigured corpse and to put it in the dock

To chop off all extremities after the verdict if brought in
To outrage upon a body and to throw it off in a precipice
But once, having come to the throne, you understand
That the time will come
And undertakers squeeze in your poisoned body to a coffin

Tyranny and despotism, bestiality and adultery
Violence and incest, sodomy and unpunished murders
That's the natural destination of a thorny path
Of becoming elite, of becoming the God


08. Poisonous Сompassion

Music & lyrics by Fiendharon
Religion of compassion, hope of the weak and humiliated
Covered with the most sacred names dominate
Nihilistic values decadent values
Rule your mind and place you under their command

Oppressing action of compassion
False feeling giving birth to doubt and weakness
Contradiction to the law of development
Denying of life, denying of progress

Who are you priests? People of some super-breed?
Living the pathos called belief
You shut your eyes to the incorrigible lie
And poison any manifestation of reason

Parasitism is the only practice of church
Sucking all blood by its sanctity
Cross is a sign of all the poisonous,
Artful and low

This is your weapon and damnation
Your world is pure fiction
Perverting reality Imagined reasons,
Actions, essences

Empire divine, judgment and eternal life
Who rejects the real life? The one who suffers from it.

Good deity, staff for the tired,
The savior, the deliverer, god of the weak
Embodying the art of self-defilement, the will to lie
Is this the way the human ideal should be represented?

Parasitism is the only practice of church
Sucking all blood by its sanctity
Cross is a sign of all the poisonous,
Artful and low

This is your weapon and damnation
Your world is pure fiction
Perverting reality Imagined reasons,
Actions, essences