1. Intro
-instrumental-
2. From the Past Comes the Storms
The sky throws up storms trying to
avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
innocents
The human greed will be their own
destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded
by thorns
That are forcing us to live here
I feel an urge to melt and go through
cracks
To vanish like a fossil that will be
found
Flying on the universe
Brains of armed lives hidden in pits
Itīs a fight of dwarves strengthening
the giants
They are sons of the same father,
fruit of the
same mother
All of them cry together in despair
But whatīs heard is only the buzz of
flies
Over the rotten flesh
There s no more safe ground to be
on
Everybody around you reflects an
image
Distorted and wounded
I can hear the cry of a million souls
That have been already marked by
their deaths
While the laughs of satisfaction
echo endlessly . . .
Insanity-- lacerating the last sanity
Endlessly-- still remains on minds
Lunacy-- masses smashed by a
holy shit
No regret-- From the past comes the
storms
The sky throws up storms trying to
avenge itself
You feel a pain that burns your flesh
Your reflection inside the mirror
Shows a past soiled by the blood of
innocents
The human greed will be their own
destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded
by thorns
That are forcing us to live here
3. To the Wall
To the wall-- claims the soldier
My last steps march to the death
Last wills! Hell! This is idiotism
Fuck off to me, fuck off to all of you
To the death-- I raise my head
My last moments--itīs my existing
countdown
A cry for mercy trapped in my throat
But even in hell thereīs a place for
cowards
The burning sun over my head
The troop is cominī- compassion I
dismiss
Sentence of death pounding on my
back
Thereīs no hiding when youīre
thrown
against the wall
To paradise, the priest is saying . . .
blessing my death
Heīs standing in front of me . . .
his merciful sight sickens me
He says that soon Iīll have my
judgement . . .
Iīll kneel down in front of the Lord
And he asks me to regret my sins. . .
but itīs too late
Growling words from the bible. . .
raising my agony
Oh God!. . .
how Iīd like to have my hands untied
The wall Iīm facing now
Seeing my life going through my
eyes
Feeling death behind my back
An acrid taste of defeat tormenting
my
last years
And when I feel my body being. . .
Punched. . . Smashed
Thereīs no pain . . . just silence
My last breath echoing . . . spreading
through the air
My body in pieces. . . a stream of
blood . . .
Bloody drops whipping the wall
The silent wall that has understood
my silence
The silence that was a prisoner of
my soul
Is my soul that now is the ruler of
the world
To the wall
4. Escape to the Void
The pest in the eyes of death follows
us
Through the dirty streets of blood
It begins to eat inside us, decaying
our bones
How will we escape if the void
covers our lungs
We are buried in the spewed trash
for ourselves
Blood, pain-- nothing to say
Why then-- must we die?
Escape to the void
Escape to the void
I look at my face on the other side of
the mirror
My face falls down in pieces full of
worms
I burst my rotten heart with my own
hands
Iīm dying and I canīt help myself
Blood, pain-- nothing to say
Why then-- must we die
What have I been running from?
Iīm not guilty
Youīve shown me the worst way
Cause youīre my victim. . . the next
one
The pest in the eyes of death follows
us
Through the dirty streets of blood
It begins to eat inside us, decaying
our bones
How will we escape if the void
covers our lungs?
We are buried in the spewed trash
for ourselves
Blood, Pain-- nothing to say
Why then-- must we die?
Escape to the void
Escape to the void
5. Inquisition Symphony
(instrumental)
6. Screams Behind the Shadows
Death comes from the unknown
Darkened by its own existence
The end no longer exists when the
spirit
leaves the body
Phenomenon that mankind would
rather forget
Shadows and cries
Are found together trapped inside a
world
Hateful was your life in the past
To torment someone is your present
destiny
I feel pleasure seeing your agony
It burst my insane subconscious
>From life I took nothinī but insults
>From death I got irrational pleasure
Is it possible to feel satisfied after
death
Yeah, life has marked you with
despair and takedown
Death welcomes you as a seed lost
in oblivion
As a bastard son the world has
rejected
Life betrays you on each step
On each body that faces you
On each soul that meets you
On each tomb that is closed
7. Septic Schizo
At the time of my last pain
I scream, so l can run away
What I see in front of me
Is only the reflection of my insanity
Throwing me to the present
Alone almost in despair
My head throws itself against the
wall
Making my blood flow free of me
To be born again, itīll be a sad
destiny
To seek death when itīs inside of
myself
I throw up trying to put it out
I try to sleep sitting on the cold
ground
Reminders from the past
Repulsion of the present
Fear of the future
Septic Schizo (X3)
Stained by blood on the face
I see that my life goes by in front of
me
As an old movie. I feel not proud of
anything
Iīve done
I scorn myself with anguish
My nerves are blowing
Inside of me my skin burns
I sink my toes on the ground
I wanna quit; but I donīt wanna enter
another place
Iīm marked and wounded, the
decaying of
my thoughts
The rotten smell on my skin
The cold body, thrown and forgotten
I can see things, but Iīm blinded to
the world . . .
8. The Abyss
(instrumental)
9. R.I.P (Rest In Pain)
Fast death, disenchanted by life
Marked by envy and scorn
Show to the world his mortal hate
Die with regret
Thereīs no light and thereīs no air
The roseīs smell corrodes me
A deep agony possesses me
To be forgotten under a burial
Rest in pain
Rest in pain
Rest in pain
You wake up Iying on wet ground
Worms corrode your flesh
Pick up your own eyes
Watch your septic end
To shout at someone and not be
heard
The silence supports the paranoia
To die crying, this is my fate
The life I choose
Schizophrenia
Paranoia
Insane death
Rest in pain
Fast death, disenchanted by life
Marked by envy and scorn
Show to the world his mortal hate
Die with regret
Thereīs no light and thereīs no air
The roseīs smell corrodes me
A deep agony possesses me
To be forgotten under a burial
Rest in pain
Rest in pain
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