1. Vortex Of Vengeance

Magic flames draw me near.
A beautiful sight in the dark evening.
Strong feelings embrace my heart.
Filled with passion I roam through the night.
How I have yearned to inhale this moment, feel the tension that shiver my spine.
How I have longed to complete this vision, time to meet eye to eye.

Ambivalent emotions ravage my head.
Thorn apart by this terrible dread.
Oh I sense your presence I feel your breath.
Come closer let me smell your hair.
I lust for your erotic flesh.
I wanna taste you and watch you undress.
But your flower has withered, it's rotting away.
I have turned bitter, only anger remains.

Times that have been won't be seen again.
We long for the past, but our future is dead.
How I have yearned to inhale this moment, feel the tension that shiver my spine.
How I longed to complete this vision, time to meet eye to eye.

I have screamed out pain, I have swallowed believes.
I have searched my soul, I have used my strength.
But the betrayal is greater than my forgiveness.
I am caught in this vortex of vengeance.
The ground is changing colour, it's turning bloody red.
Streaming down your body, oozing from your head.
Lonely I mourn, the silence is eternal.
My vision has completed, as I finish your burial.

2. Stigmatized

Burning pain in fragile flesh.
A repulsive sight, an awful mess.
Vandalised to the unknown.
Ostracised from all around.

The image created stick to our minds.
Better kept isolated to avoid offending our sensitive eyes.
Reality may hurt so we turn our heads the other way.
Leaving behind what we don't want to see.
Left in the dark, afraid to come out.
Introverted by words, true evil at heart.

Deviate from the rightful way.
Walk the path that lead astray.
Searching for a sanctuary.
To avoid a life in the pillory.
Deprived of a normal life, left to be dehumanised.
Shallow acts but deeper scar, burning pain stigmatized.

Careful search with fumble hands
A desire to become entranced.
Find the key to wishes gate.
To release pain, anger and hate.

Desolation works its way.
In the progress one becomes what one is told to be.
Deviate from the rightful way.
Walk the path that lead astray.
Searching for a sanctuary.
To avoid a life in the pillory.
Deprived of a normal life, left to be dehumanised.
Shallow acts but deeper scars, burning pain stigmatized.

3. Carved In Stone

Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence.
Our lives coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy.
We await the future to fulfil our hopes and expectations.
But somehow we neglect what the past has brought, to easily we forget.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Stories and mysteries from olden times, are signs of what will come.
The future is a result of the past and present, the legacy of our ancestors carved in stone.
Can't we see how its been bleeding?
Can't we read the signs from the past?
Can't we see how it's all repeating?
Consumed by time, what will last?

Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death.
Beware of the howling wolf, roaming through night for a pray.
The raven stretches its claws, sharpened to attack.
Creating a mood of fear, the dreaded griefbringer in black.
The sorcery of the night's creatures, an omen of what will come.
Lack of faith in olden wisdom, spawns the doom of our lifeform.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Respect must be earned, while learning comes through listening.
By acting what you're taught you respect what has been.
Much is told, but more is forgotten.
When the tales are ignored, our legacy will rotten.

4. The Profound Power

I wait for time to impulse my mind to see further than the moment.
A path to walk not walked before, but nor to be ignored.
I roam landscape that's not explored.
A request for a challenge a dare towards life, an inner urge to expand my mind.
Cause when my time come and I'm gone, my acts shall be done.

It is not a quest for perfection, more like a confirmation in my faith.
For I believe only in my own existence, not in a bright star shining the way.
I am power you are the weak.
Profound I am and profound I stand.
I sin while I think, but you can never destroy my mind.
I act by my mind, so you can't destroy my deeds.

My being reflects through my powerful acts, some may call me egocentric; ignorant twats.
When you dare not believe your inner dreams, because of words from soulless beings.
You are condemned by your own weakness.

I accomplish what I seek when I give of myself to other beings.
I collect impulses that feed my hunger, and gain creativity.
I do not give to pleasure others, but to make sure that I improve.
An endless craving so that I can satisfy my needs.

When I walk my path I feel secure, confident that my voice will lead the way.
Even though I walk alone I am not lonely, for all my thoughts are impulses from spirits.

5. Self Absorbed

Through my private forest I wander, where there are no other beings.
There are no souls to misguide me.
The silence is my clarity.
This is the place where I decide my quest.
I am all alone in my private forest.

Only myself and no one else.
I've been dwelling on others.
And I regret my acts, cause no one but me know how I really feel.

Follow your voice don't be blinded by fools.
Their tales are misleading without purity or goals.

Your stupidity impedes my thinking.
I prefer my own presence.
Therefore I close my door. I'm better of self absorbed.

I rise above all the shadows from the past.
I let the threes grow around me.
I am no longer blinded by compassion.
A new vision has risen to my attraction.

No longer I seek.
I've found what I need.
I've ended my search I have found myself.

6. Beastly Behaviour

Feel your needs and follow the lust.
Obey the craving and put your trust in the emotions that take control of all urges and blackens your soul.
A pleasure that you cant live without, pure satisfaction no room for doubt.
An ecstasy of enjoyment, where you are the master and all rules are bend.

Rising high, standing tall.
Blinded by lust, unable to see the fall.

When desires are strong you might not see, how your behaviour goes against who you are supposed to be.
Temptation that lies within your blackened soul, itches your curiosity and breaks down your control.

A beastly behaviour, a craving for flesh.
Mislead by emotions no more or less.
Dark desires, skeletons unleashed.
Concealed lust produces your beast.

Strength is gained by knowing your weak point.
Face your fears, and live out the urge.
Release the pain and let emotions flow.
A sin might be your kingdom, only exploring will show.

Feel your needs and follow the lust.
Obey the craving and put your trust, in the emotions that take control of all urges and blackens your soul.
A pleasure that you cant live without, pure satisfaction no room for doubt.
An ecstasy of enjoyment, where you are the master and all rules are bend.

7. Malice

My hate is built on grief, a lust for revenge to ease the guilt.
A condition of helplessness where you're suffering is my only cure.
I worship the bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning.
Remorse means nothing at all my hate has blinded me.

I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains.

Dark tunes break the silence, as my fear withers I grief my loss.
The dawn of solitude is the end of my happiness.

I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains.
The memories will fade away, they will be buried in time.

I can no longer see the boundaries that keep me sane.
I am all instinct now, flesh is flesh and hate is all.
No hope only bitter feelings, it's all unreal no comprehension.
I am shattered the past is gone, only hate prolongs

I am what is remembered, my malice is what remains.

8. Near God – Closer To Hell

Thou serpent speak nothing but lies, with thy holy infested tongues.
But thou shall never touch my spirit, thou rapist of misguided souls.

Awakening from the cursed trance.
Sinning through free spirited dance.
Rebel searching for strength inside.
Banished thrown out from the light.

Preach not of right and wrong.
Lecture not how life unfolds.
Speak not of peace of mind.
There is no truth it's not to be found.

Terror through spiritual persecution.
Judging all individual solutions.
But I fear not your threat of damnation.
Instead I gloat of your pity pray for salvation

Preach not of right and wrong.
Lecture not of how life unfolds.
Speak not of peace of mind.
There is no truth it's not to be found.

A prisoner of belief in hot red sand.
Trapped in the desert, no sight of moist land.
Self-contradiction is the water that keeps you alive.
But it tastes so bitter, the drops that dry out your faith.

The thought of nothingness frights you.
A darkness where no one listens to your twaddle.
A solitude place, that never ends.
But you're prepared, cause you're already dead.

9. The Final Caress

(outro)