1. Rebellion

Two alone in a sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot

Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
That is my hell

Penitent rebel
Riding the ether or grovelling in the mud
I know how little is the value of that which has a price

Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way

Two alone in a sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot

Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
Captured and tortured
I don't want this, I want to leave

How can one go when one has already arrived?
Flight is an illusion
And even triumph is bitter
When only the battle is counted

I know how little is the value of that which has a price

Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way

REBELLION!

2. After The Sepulture

Nothing ever stops
Everything starts again
The end and the beginning
Are eternal lovers

Prisoners of our bodies
From the cot to the grave
Impotent puppets
We aspire to the light

The sun will turn in black
You will see the dark . . .After the sepulture

Grams of their brother's cries
Spirit lastly free oneself
Like raise the incense smoke
And the funeral orations

Here time is unreal
Hours and minutes are meaningless
Here eternity has a name
Remorse and penitence

The sun will turn in black
You will see the dark . . .After the sepulture

Life is just an illusion
Going round and round

Going round and round

3. I Love The Dead

оригинал: Alice Cooper

I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.
I love the dead before they rise,
No farewells, no goodbyes.
I never even knew your now-rotting face.
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave.
I have other uses for you, Darling.

I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead. yes I do
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.

4. Static Journey

(инструментал)

5. Into The Pentagram

Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm refuging into the pentagram
Where I fear nobody
I dominate my enemies
I lead my friends
All belongs to me, body and soul

Prisoner of my dreams
Slave to my illusions
Paralysed by the anguish of a new day
Tormented by the desire of glory
The thirst for power

I'm retreating into the pentagram
Where I become possessor of your lives
Dictator of your thoughts
Master of your acts
The pentagram is my invincible weapon...