As a foulness ye shall know them As a foulness thou knowest thyself
Freed from the shackles of morality And long long gone is the need for science Through the wakening of the beast within
Oh did you not rejoice? When you felt the power... the power in your mind No longer confined to nocturnal solitude
Walk among the herd Mold them as you wish In images of unearthly bizarrerie
Do you hear them calling from beyond?
Sculptor of flesh Architect of abomination Mold the living flesh like clay
Sculptor of flesh Warp the world To your linking
And then the sun will set And no new day will rise on humanity
Will you grieve for them?
Will the lack of their bleating cacophony Strike a note within?
Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ For your deed was long overdue
4. Celestial Deconstruction
[Music: Archaon, Lyrics: Archaon]
In the end, a new era beckons Settling the foundation of an infernal dimension of wrath A revelation strikes with new awareness upon the masses Veil of darkness unravel, a horrific sphere unfolds
An altering of the senses - to discover What is behind light, beyond celestial slavery Entangles the mind in dark waves, fiery & monotonous Deep is the well of dark mystery
The enlightenment of madness presents itself On the soil above a lower world In everlasting ebony shades of the damned Choirs of madness chant in agony, as blood Flows furiously (through my veins)
Blurred visions - through a smoke-filled sky With fists clenched, I gaze on through the ugly The only right path
The surge of deconstruction casts light aside The summoning at last Deceiver - pioneer of this insight Consume what is of joy
Consume what is of joy!
And endless rage until we dance on the hypocrites' grave Step on the crucifix Ans speak the tongue of blasphemy
The shivery Crawling, freezing through the innards & up the spine The separating of this shell of flesh & a dark spirituality Do I believe? It believes in me
5. To Rottendom
[Music: Frost / Archaon, Lyrics: Destroyer]
Inescapable hell Vomited from an impure soil Riven with death Like flies on rotten flesh Hatred is carved onto this earth On the bones of the dead The fire of glory has long since faded
To rottendom Onto rottendom
To rottendom Onto rottendom
Into a pit of nothingness Your soul laid bare You all shall be none Crawl back to your nest Salt this earth with your dying sons
Feverish dreams of a world down in flames Marching to the downstrokes Of hells titan pistons
Exquisite execution In a burning grip The rotted life - blood drains away Onto rottendom
Standing in mute judgement Foul souls in bounds of iron Harkening to the death watch Hell is your cross to bear Hell is your cross to bear!
To rottendom Onto rottendom
6. From The Deeps
[Music: Archaon, Lyrics: Seidemann]
Ia! Ia! The stars are rights!
For aenos they have slumbered Dead but dreaming Waiting beneath the waves
Awaken!
Daemon-gods of primeval times Coming round full circle Stirring in the deep
Rise! Rise! Rise! Boiling wasters part Cyclopean cities emerge From the deeps
And then...
Insanity and fear Overwhelm the humans Outnumbered and inferior
Kraken, Leviathan, Cthulhu So many names given To the fear from the deeps...
Awaken! Kraken Awaken! Leviathan Awaken! Cthulhu
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
From the deeps...
Ia! Ia!
7. Slaves To Slaughter
[Music: Tjalve, Lyrics: Destroyer]
Slaves to the slaughter Marching on to your death Like a cannonery of beast angels On the bones of a million dead Through the womb of night Into nuclear fire storms Neuro-active limbic death Vengance be fulfilled
Primus tyrant Nuclear retributionist War-smith despoiler Wickedness for the wickeds sake Ever forward Sworm in a code... a code of blood Rend them asunder Drinking deep of victory... of victory!
Torn into bloody ruins I want your hands on a plate
Slaves to the slaughter It is carnifies in the flesh A steel-clad mass of evil Heretic dogs & nuclear hearts Through curtains of atomic death I can smell your fear Crested in fields of fire Screaming blindly into hell
Primus tyrant Nuclear retributionist War-smith despoiler Wickedness for the wickeds sake Ever forward Sworm in a code of blood Rend them asunder Drinking deep of victory
Torn into bloody ruins I want your hands on a plate
My icon is the pentagram The warmth from me Are pleasures of the flesh I fill you with ecstasy My nature is that of excess Let me out of the circle And I will burn you
I will burn you!
My icon is the cross of Peter I turn the aeons I destroy dead dogmas And create the paradigms Of the new order Of the new order! Of the new order!
I sparkle with vitality and force Why, Fools of fear Do you want me to burn inside the dead?
