1. Formula Of God

I can see a crowd of people
Move about like engine gears
Move like planets bound to their orbits
Minds tamed by their instincts

That sadly are too weak to see the turns Life river takes
Or principles and laws of Universal ocean

Within a grey mass of steel I see
A blue glow of electric sparks

Flickering over and over
They are mediators
They link the higher knowledge bank
With the rest of the machine

They descend to us time and again
Keeping the giant heart abeat
With impulses of herecies
That always pass unnoticed
Their destiny is to burn out in a flash

Nothing may appear from out of nowhere
And nobody can fade into thin air

Though yet to come alive in another dimension
I guess through reasoning that somewhere
They make up another machine
More perfect, with no power wasted to resist repulsion
The self-sufficient mechanism of God

2. Titanium Cromlech

Beneath the blackened skin of the Earth
In emptiness of subterranean caves
In sores covered by sand
Where no life-forms seem to have remained

Only in the harp of winds which blows
Through the arches and columns of stone
Where memories about the clash of Magog
Survive to echo in the human tomb

But centuries later the extinguished flames
Will resurrect again
Bringing a new colony of parasites
To populate the dead terrain

And out of ruins of the perished ones
There will arise a new culture of cells
New altars will be built, new creatures will be spawned
But their lot I've already foretold

New wisdom they'll learn
New technologies will be perfected
But nothing will changed it for me
For soon your fears and your feelings will be in my claws
But my nature is never revealed

Vainly searching salvation with the help of your minds
Once, when my servant is set blaze
In spite of the stone Cromlech Titanium one will rise
Beyond the horizon is the end of the vicious era you'll realize
The sign that yet another coil of time has been completed

Hellhound-like flames of war, in which
You'll burn for immolation upon my altar
Will light the path to me
In the great clash which will repeat again
Knee-deep in own blood you'll find the true agony of pain

Embossed on the cold steel pillars
The Runes of antiquity once will become alive
And will reveal their meaning for thee
The Tragic finale which will become your destiny
Is only a step to rejoin me, a step to set me free

The Time's clear scents of great disease
From the skin of the Earth
And buried carcasses of previous life
The Flames burnt out, but not for very long
I will be waiting for the dawn of new epoch
When all repeats again as centuries ago
As it once was in the distant past..

3. Mirror Image

Hear me! You, the blind-born!
Self-proclaimed god whose reign is but a virtue
You, who would endlessly sojourn
Mummified in yet another narcotic dream

God-like in your dreams
Yet another slave in this earthly world
Can't you see that the world you thought
You've created, is nothing but your mirror-image

They seem to live a life of their own
But that's just another virtue
For they are your poor copycats
Destined to writhe in pain

Would you dare to taste the poisoned fruit
For one more time
Would you dare to open your eyes
And behold the real world you're devoured by?

Your poor naked body, scattered remains
Of what once was man... is just another corpse

Would you dare to break all those lying mirrors
Surrounding you?
...beware the shattered glass...
Would you dare to make you mind free once again?
Free from the shell you put it into...
Alas, you wouldn't.
It's time who will remove the trail
Of your past majesty...

And make you realize
That your world is a world of the dreaming dead
...a castle on the sand
...another prison of your "I"

Your poor naked body, scattered remains
Of what once was man... You vainly dream you're still alive
Though can't really say, who the hell you are

4. Gospel In Blood

Reveal my question – what's the meaning of this life?
Some say, it's similar to a stunning flight
Others claim, it may end in a journey to the regular deadend

Those fragile wings, they're burnt by the sun so cold
And thus won't make you fly, no, nevermore!
And that cold-cold sun, where would it find it's rest?
Somewhere far behind the divine valleys, I assume?

Multitude of paths? What a cruel delusion!
Woe to you, the one who's crushed by one single revelation:
A movement you once named a "flying"
Is just one of innumerable methods of falling

Many-many ways of life whisper softly:
Come forward and taste the riddle of infinity
Liars in their very essence, they lead you to
A cemetery of handmade gods ornamented
With hopes deadly lost
Whereas great illusions are carved in time

Promethean flame won't ever enter the
Vacuum of Universal mind
Enthrailed ones won't ever be granted the
Freedom they desire...
only a gospel in my blood

5. Vacuum Of Universal Mind

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6. Leaders & Followers

Grey skies and crippled thoughts
Abandoned veins of human stream
Synthetic trees, dead since birth
Alas, this is the only picture you've ever seen

From the top of divine pyramid
The Almighty Eye beholds, Lord's mouth ruined in laughter
His slaves, these poor beings, build on a giant structure
A madman once named "society"...
Mass burial pit
And wicked tyrant's throne

Grasping the jaws
In agony and pain
Still, you're craving to reach
The guiding star of power
The golden idol, the blood-brother

Now you've reached the top
Leading all the mere mortals
Pitifully, you only follow a will for power –
Your primeval instinct and cardinal desire

So curse me, hate me
Me, who never longed for power
Even for the sake of order
Me, who bring it all at the altar of 'haersis'
Me, who never was
Follower or leader.

7. Of God, Satan & Other Artifacts Of Human Ignorance

Redemption is what you desire
Confession is what you need to keep on
Moving without any direction along the lifeline

Who needs these preys at the altar of evolution
Which, in fact, leads to relentless degradation
And serve such a brilliant epitaph!

Science might be your perfect weapon
You know what's good and what's evil
You divide 'em with your knife named "skepticism"
(also known as a sign of god)
Bipedal bastard wage it's disgusting war
To end all wars and capture virtue of all virtues

Deep beneath the catacombs, engulfed in a smoke of sulfur
Machines you once brought to life
Grant you the protection you need
As well as the grave your mind craves for...

Yes, you've turned the rivers upstream
Yes, you've learned to fly without wings
...yet you still can't make your choice:
Whether it's better to dwell in darkness or the light
...and your soul petrifies in fear

I've been led by the hand of the reaper
And baptized in blood of the dead
Blood caressed my lips, rushed to my head
And served as a substitute to mother's milk
...it turned me into a godforsaken miscreant

As a wolf-faced ghost I've been running
From those deadlights by which I was born

8. Murder Is A Privilege Of Highest Ones

As a wolf-faced ghost I've been running
From those deadlights by which I was born
And condemned to walk
Amongst skyscraping tombstones

I grew a child of catacombs
Amplified by a different kind of nature
Which is that, of human fear
They do guess about it's existence
But refusing all the proof
Prefer to believe in fairytales about God'n'Satan

A will of hunter appearing into me
Eradicate principles of mortals in my flesh
And I return not to give a peace
But to judge and punish them with my sword

As a fatal stamm infiltrates the cell with no immunity
As a savage murderer enters the sleeping house
I'll come and make sores of warfare reality
I would hear the cries of innocent
I would hear the prayers of desperate
And would laugh, for I know there's no heaven or hell

I was a witness to the death of Avel
I know where Jesus has been crucified
And thus I envy the claymen
So easily shattered by my scythe

Yet I'm tied in chains of life eternal
Murder is my only pleasure and my only aim
So I have been killing
Cause murder is a privilege of highest
Is privilege of mine
Thus I'm the supreme being

9. Utopia 108

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