1. Root Of Damnation

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2. Reaching The Veil Of Death

The hate, the power, to destroy all the weak (and false)
Reaching the veil of death, my ultimate quest
Conquering the visions of sorrow, the weight of my despair...
Maim the souls of the ones with no strength
Cry, feel my utter rage
Pain the strongest of pains
Lust, for vengeance, for revenge at last my time is here...
Taking all the (mediocre) souls by storm
Sadness and fear cover your pathetic will
My mind is so strong, your loss my victory
Lying in your putrid misery, tears cover your last memory...
Cry, feel my utter rage
Pain the strongest of pains
Lust, for vengeance, for revenge at last my time is here...

3. The Gravefields

True and frozen, my madness, where do I go?
I feel so cold inside...
The land and sky embrace my voice
Which sometimes is my only companion
In the distance where the moonlightcries
I see my time so short and so strange
I left behind my illusions
Only the music in my hands warms me
I left behind my illusion
In a dark mountain of eternity
These must be my lost kingdom
I taste the mourning in the haze
My lips feel the bitterness
In this rivers and my salty eyes
Answer to the blood-red sky
1000 nights are my days
The spiritual casket is whispering my name
And sadness turns to sadness
My hate is my will
And love is my fear...
Long time ago, my dreams they were gone
I walk as I wonder why the gates are closed to me?

4. This Spiritual Profanity

I'm falling apart, facing all my inner sorrows...
This is my own temple, dismal reign of the cult
And once again the procession guides my universe
This dominant symbol, this reflection of deadly winds
Why this immense void
Is crawling deep inside my inner frost?
This is my own temple, dismal reign of the cult

5. Embrace My Funeral

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6. Cut-Throat

оригинал: Bulldozer

One life here
One soul there
I'm bored with living
I don't even care
Suck up their brain
Rip out their heart
Spit in their eyes
I'm known from the start

We are just cut-throat
We are just cut-throat
Worshipping sin
We are just cut-throat

Off with my head
I'm gonna be dead
In the shadows I hide
Absorbing the black
I'd stick your own mother
With a knife in her back
Move your ass
Get out the lead

I'm seeking revenge
from a pleasure within
The victims in sight
The aim is right
You know I sit
high on my throne
And the throat I will cut
Will right be your own