Tracks

01. Volenti Non Fit Iniuria
02. Drug-Fucking Abomination
04. Le Diabolique Est L'Ami Du Simplement Mal
06. Tod Huetet Uebel
07. Paragon Pariah
08. Who Thinks Of The Executioner?
10. Portrait Of The Artist



01. Volenti Non Fit Iniuria

You were fucking asking for it
...

Aaah, guess who's brought you fire.
So what did you achieve?
You deserve every second of that.
The feeling the bodies burn.

...
Of the situation involved
...

What did you think you could ever achieve?


02. Drug-Fucking Abomination

This is no tragedy - there is no cause to mourn
I am too fortunate to walk on the inside
While I become - Debased!
You're left with your frustration
Ah, but such things I have in mind... fueled by your
Drug-fucking abomination


04. Le Diabolique Est L'Ami Du Simplement Mal

We have no intention of being saved
We will flirt with salvation, but truly
Oblivion is what we crave!
(Oh, you people...)

Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal!

The primary motivation behind your history
yet the thrall art [?] of terror or, rather, passing down on me

Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal!

...The closest that I... diabolic art...

Le diabolique est l'ami du simplement mal!


06. Tod Huetet Uebel

Shuddering, Dissolute,
Fragments, As shattered glass.
Spinning, Spiral,
Pieces to amass.
A mouthpiece nebulous yet focal.
Agony in a fractious continuum.
Why is the puzzle not complete?

Zuegellos Zitternd, Unsagbar schon als Teil.

Tod Huetet Uebel

Shuddering, Dissolute, Fragments,
As shattered glass.
Spinning, Spiral,
Pieces to amass.
A mouthpiece nebulous yet focal.
Agony in a fractious continuum.
Why is the puzzle not complete?

Zuegellos Zitternd, Unsagbar schon als Teil.

Tod Huetet Uebel

Fuer Immer

Wenne alle greuel de menschheit zerfallen
Auf eine Zahl Markanter spezifika
Die als sortierte fragmente eines haesslichen kontinuums
In einer ehemals schizophrenen gestalt wiedervereint werden
Wird mit einem schlag gewahr der desamte menschliche horror
Im bewusstsein einer. Person.


07. Paragon Pariah

The truth ... society ... a great lunatic asylum.

[chorus:]
A most complete annihilation
Painting a future so damn bleak
Sever the last of human contact
to die a paragon pariah
Detested, forgotten, alone

...

To tear consciousness from the world in ataraxy and aphasia

[chorus]

...

A great lunatic asylum!

[chorus]


08. Who Thinks Of The Executioner?

The blood is on our hands!
...

As we must [bear excuse] -

...executioner... the heart of the human race... before God. (And we will
be)

(S... to the sky)
(S... to the sky)

The blood is on our hands!
...society's... conscience

- Until we go to our deaths!

...executioner... the heart of the human race... before God. (And we will
be)

[?]
[the insatiable... effort]
[?] (stutter edit)
[the insatiable... is sure]

[the insatiable... is sure]

As we must [bear excuse] until we go to our deaths!

But over all humanity's brutality and heartlessness, souls rife with evil
and sin, we stand before God... must... (And we will be)

(S... to the sky) [x4]


10. Portrait Of The Artist

[Instrumental]