1. Rather I Burn

Faceless figures marching on the path of fools, the path of weakness, the path of fear.
Weak minds with whoring souls. Once again I woke but this time I opened my eyes.

In this caravan travels the ones who are slaves for the other slaves and slaves for themselves.
Your soul was raped by you in the day you took your first step in this line.

And flames they burns so high both sides of this path. To take a step to the left is to burn.
To burn, to bleed alone!

Bleed, you synthetic child! Bleed because of your stupidity and false beliefs.
Come, come into the flames.

But you didn't come with me into the fire and I didn't show you what is true.
So I turned my back for you (just like always) and walked away into shadows.
Alone. I left you and your little world.
I hate you! ...Though you're not worth of my hate. I spit on your face!
...But you're not worth of my saliva.

Slave! You fear the other slaves. The fear keeps you on the path.
Have a good journey on this circle formulating path, and never be free!
Your sacred soul's a cursed whore buying mercy and forgiveness.

Your thoughts and words has nothing to give for me –except my hate towards you.
Your purity isn't pure –even your impurity is not impure.
Your life is so worthless (in your fear of the flames of individuality).

To be among the fools or not to be and burn?
...Well, It's so good to be aflame, when my strength is to be me

And flames they burns so high both sides of this path.
To take a step to the left is to burn
For me, there's no other way.

2. Utopia Denial

No tears in the eyes of those two. The other doesn't understand, the other doesn't care.
They're building a tower just to make it fall on their neck. We are the ones
who stands by the poison in our hearts.

A tear in the eyes of this one. The one who does understand, the one who does care.
He's building a tower just to make it fall on his neck.
He is the one who falls by the poison in our hearts.

Blind for the fact that decay is ours and death the only eternal friend.
Morning sun is the mask of the end, two faced devil but the only thing we trust.

Hate for the one who has the pain. Strength for the one who has the hate.
Invisible solitude. And I'm above.

The duet of Heaven and Hell singing "eternally echoing" words.
Everyone is something for no-one, to be forgotten and gone.

3. Chrystal Circle Reflections

Waited till the morning, waited till the dawn. No-one came out from the sea.
Gazed the mountains, gazed the sky. No-one arrived from horizon.

Waited the next day. Waited the next night. ...Not a sign of the waited one.
Listened whispers, listened storms. But could not hear the eternally echoing words.

Read the prophecies, read the Word. And he knew the day was near.
...So came the waited dawn to bring the blessed light –the day was darker than ever.

Betrayed he truly was.

He's view is painted by the hologram of lies.
"The God is to sent a messiah to release us from the pain made of sins."

Dying in the depths of "sins" and decay. Can't you see we are all alone?
What is hope to you is bullshit for me. We're gazing different directions.

I've lost my hope and I don't want it back. Man stood humble expecting Him to came.
...Waited for ages. Waited for generations. Always trusting. Always hoping.

He is the one in the name of God. To bring the salvation, to take us to the light,
out of the sorrow, out of the grief. The one to have mercy on us.

The one to save.
...He never came, he never will.

4. In The Rhythm Of Chaos

Join you all into the dance of death! Come! Let's celebrate our own burials!

Welcome to the masquerade where all rotten is dressed in gold.
Take this chalice and join the feast of the dying ones.

Feel the poison in your veins, weakness dressed in strength.
Celebration inebriation for the honor of the end.

I propose a toast for the end and the sweet kiss of the flames
In the rhythm of chaos we dance. ...Hear the hammers of the
Beast giving us the beat... ...Giving us the beat...

...The beat so fast and weird... Fast and weird...

...The beat so fast and weird... Fast and weird...

...The beat so fast and weird... GO!

Dancing among snakes, kissing the devil (with tongue),
making love with flames so wild, calling the death among us

Our bare feet bleed as we dance on broken glass.
In the rhythm of decay, in the rhythm of chaos.
We're all here. Gathered to die, to celebrate our death.
...Thank you for pain. Thank you for decay. Thank you for misery.
Thank you for grave. Thank you for death. Thank you for reaper.

Watering the flowers of death with blood of mine, sowing
the seeds of decadence from the bottomless basin of mortality.
...So drunken by mortality...

Remember, here you are never alone!

Soon we'll face the cold ground and never rise again.
So good is to be asleep, but let's dance this one more night.

With bare feet on broken glass among snakes. Bleeding , tired...
...Still laughing for death... For the whole cold world!

I propose a toast for the end and the sweet kiss of the flames.
And we dance around the tower. The tower we once built just to make it fall on our own neck.

...The beat so fast and weird... Fast and weird...

...The beat so fast and weird... Fast and weird...

...The beat so fast and weird... GO!

Dancing among snakes, kissing the devil (with tongue),
making love with flames so wild, calling the death among us

Our bare feet bleed as we dance on broken glass.
In the rhythm of decay, in the rhythm of chaos.
We're all here. Gathered to die, to celebrate our death.
...Thank you for pain. Thank you for decay. Thank you for misery.
Thank you for grave. Thank you for death. Thank you for shotgun.