1. T.H.O.R.N.S.

We are thorns which killed the fucking god...

We are stars made of broken mirrors
Like fragments of dreams scattered across the sky
Mirrors with transparent bottom
We are the eyes reflecting the essence of unholy "I"
I am the tongue of apocalyptic dusk
I am the poison and the relief

Arise! Sceptre of War!
Fill your soul with power of forbidden rapture
Those who have tasted the fruits of sin
Shall remain the shadows of an oath
For I am them
For I am them and they are me
For I am them
Those who have witnessed God's transformation

Listen to their voices
Echoes...
Shadows...
Whispering the will of liberation
Laments of fucking mob around the cross
We are the stars made of broken mirrors
We are your pain

Arise! Sceptre of War!
Fill your soul with power of forbidden rapture
Those who have tasted the fruits of sin
Shall remain the shadows of an oath
For I am them
For I am them and they are me
For I am them
We bring the agony as we are the thorns and nails which killed the god!

I am the first one and the last one
I am Alpha and Omega - The Beginning and The End
Fire, water, air and the earth - The Perfect Element

"Ego Alpha et Omega
Primus et noissimus
Principium et finis"

We are thorns which killed the fucking god...


2. REX INFERNI

"Infernus subter conturbatus est in occursum adventus tui
suscitavit tibi gigantas omnes principes terrae surrexerunt
de solilis suis omnes principes nationum"

Spit on a grave of the whore
And lick the heaven's wounds
Immortal passion's flowing in your marble veins
Let them breathe the silence and its putrid smell...

Open the coffin
And allow the light to get inside
Rainbow of sadness
Painting the black walls of your mind

Metamorphosis of Kings turned into worms
Rising from seas of oblivion
They've drowned once now they're coming back
Your lack of faith shall never be forget

Anthems of angels written with the human's blood
Gratification for all sins
Thousands of bodies, pile of worthless dust
Lands flooded in mournful tears

Spit on a grave of the whore
And lick the heaven's wounds
Immortal passion's flowing in your marble veins
Let them breathe the silence and its fucking putrid smell...

"Qui dicebas in corde tuo in caelum conscendam
super astra Dei exaltabo solium meum sedebo
in monte testamenti in lateribus aquilonis"

Metamorphosis of Kings turned into worms
Rising from seas of oblivion
They've drowned once now they're coming back
Your lack of faith shall never be forget

"Ascendam super altitudinem ero similis Altissimo"


3. THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH TURNED INTO CHAOS AGAIN

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind
Painting its walls with pure hatred
Freezing the flames of chaos once turned into word
Cosmic feeling once turned into dust
Together we stand and challenge the crowds of god

Annihilation of lies hidden beyond the core
Thoughts of free will spinning around
And waiting for souls where life doesn't mean anything -
Dream of a Kingdom where Chaos and Word used to be Unity
Congregation of those who revengefully look into eyes of deceiver
And burn out his world of forbidden truth

Whispers of pendulum filling the cage of your mind
Painting its walls with pure hatred
Freezing the flames of word once turned into chaos

Lead: Quazarre
Lead: Armers

And you - nail him down to the cross
Feel sweet taste of power and omnipotence
And they nail you down to the cross
Feel sweet taste of retribution
and greed for the power of someone who claims to be God

"Et cum consummati fuerint mille anni solvetur Satanas
de carcere suo et exibit et seducet gentes quae sunt
super quattuor angulos terrae Gog et Magog et congregabit eos
in proelium quorum numerus est sicut harena maris"


4. I AM THE SON OF GOD

I am the one who hanged on the fucking cross
Putrefaction's opening its gates for me
Meant to be dead I still breathe and cry
Everlasting pain has become a part of human's lullaby

I want to die and save all of the sinners whom I love the most
For this was the will of my father
Generations drowned in self-delusion
Will I get your sacrifice?
I am the dream of over-trustful humanity

I am the son of God
Legions marching through the lands
Ages of empty words and nothingness taught by the sword
Merciless source of truth and love
Bow to me as I am the son of God!

I am the one who hanged on the fucking cross
Putrefaction's opening its gates for me
Meant to be dead I still breathe and cry
Everlasting pain has become a part of human's lullaby

I want to die and save all of the sinners whom I love the most
For this was the will of my father
Generations drowned in self-delusion
Will I get your sacrifice?
I am the dream of over-trustful humanity

I am the son of God
Legions marching through the lands
Ages of empty words and nothingness taught by the sword
Merciless source of truth and love
Bow to me as I am the son of man who you believe was God!

"Et inferus et mors missi sunt in stagnum
ignis haec mors secunda est stagnum ignis
Et qui non est inventus in libro vitae
scriptus missus est in stagnum ignis"

Bow to me as I am the son of God!
Bow to me as I am the son of God!
Bow to me as I am the son of God!
Bow to me as I am the son of God!


5. TALES OF BABYLON'S WHORE

"Et in fronte eius nomen scriptum mysterium
Babylon magna mater fornicatum
et abominationum terrae"

With tears in eyes they dream
Her lips bather in blood of tyranny

Fear - the only thing they
Fear - know and respect and that
Fear - had always been their
Fear - supreme sanctity

"Et vidi mulierem ebriam de sanguine sanctorum
et de sanguine martyrum Iesu et miratus sum
cum vidissem illam admiratione magna"

With tears in eyes they dream
Her lips bather in blood of tyranny

Lead: Szymon Czech

Hell and heaven - that's where the dreams of man were born
Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy
Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity
Why do we pray to GODS that don't EXIST??

Hail the King that is inside of You, hail that King
Hail the Queen that is inside of You
She who looks at you from the mirror every single day

Hell and heaven - that's where the dreams of man were born
Thoughts intoxicated with false grief and pious jealousy

Lead: Armers

Immortal forces that feed on their own vanity
Why do we pray to GODS that don't EXIST??

"Quantum glorificavit se et in delicis fuit tantum date
illi tormentum et luctum quia in corde suo dicit sedeo
regina et vidua non sum et luctum non videbo"

With tears in eyes they dream
That from now on God is Satan


6. DIABOLICANOS

Naked and cursed
They draw new maps of world
Created by those who stood
for human race's annihilation

"Et vidi de mare bestiam ascendentem
habentem capita septem et cornua decem
et super cornua eius decem diademata
et super capita eius nomina blasphemiae"

They bring the light
Of liberation from illiteracy
They burn the weak and sow the seeds
of will's followers

For they are Prometheus' sons
who didn't fear the wrath of Gods
Never kneeled down in front
of any pseudo prophets
and their egoistic dreams
For the are Prometheus' sons
who didn't fear the wrath of Gods
Never kneeled down in front
of any pseudo prophets
and their egoistic dreams

"Et unum de capitibus suis quasi occisum
in mortem et plaga mortis eius curata est
et admirata est unversa terra post bestiam"

Naked and cursed
They draw new maps of world
Created by those who stood
for human race's annihilation

Scattered across the sky they dream
Pretending they're the stars
Distressing whispers at lonely, dreadful night
Hear their calling and step towards the light

Bathed in blood of believers
They pick The Darkness' flowers
hidden in the eye of night
Tales of the great deceiver
Turned into hand of ash and dust

For they are Prometheus' sons
who didn't fear the wrath of Gods
Never kneeled down in front
of any pseudo prophets
and their egoistic dreams
For the are Prometheus' sons
who didn't fear the wrath of Gods
Never kneeled down in front
of any pseudo prophets
and their egoistic dreams

"Et adoraverunt draconem quia dedit
potestatem bestiae et adoraverunt bestiae
dicentes quis similis bestiae
et quiz poterit pugnare cum ea"

Naked and cursed
They draw new maps of world
Created by those who stood
for human race's annihilation


7. NATAS RO DOG ON SI EREHT (OF PLAGUES AND BLASPHEMY)

"Vestitus erat vestem asperam sanguine
et vocatur nomen eius Verbum Dei"

Verbum Diaboli
- may the wisdom be your guide to the Eternity
Verbum Diaboli
- you shall never left the winds to tear your soul
apart even when there is no hope
Verbum Diaboli
- ancient dream of fulfillment
Verbum Diaboli
- hidden path, key to internal worlds,
transformin human into God

"Et aperuit os suum in blasphemias ad Deum
blasphemare nomen eius et tabernaculum eius
et eos qui in caelo habitant"

Unspoken words of darkness
Unspoken words of light
Visions of Forbidden Kingdom
Tales of serpent;s tongue, cut off
and buried in oblivion

With swords in hands of humiliation
And lament of enemis of freedom
Still echoes in hearts of those
who dared to sent their plagues

"Et aestuaverunt homines aestu magno
et blasphemaverunt nomen Dei habentis
postetatem super has plagas neque egerunt
paenitentiam ut darent illi gloriam"

Verbum Diaboli
- may the wisdom be your guide to the Eternity
Verbum Diaboli
- you shall never left the winds to tear your soul
apart even when there is no hope
Verbum Diaboli
- ancient dream of fulfillment
Verbum Diaboli
- hidden path, key to internal worlds,
transformin human into God

Unspoken words of darkness
Unspoken words of light
Lucifer's love for human mankind
Eternal covenant

"Et aperuit os suum in blasphemias ad Deum
blasphemare nomen eius et tabernaculum eius
et eos qui in caelo habitant"

With swords in hands of humiliation
And lament of enemis of freedom
Still echoes in hearts of those who dared
to sent their fucking plagues

"Et blaspemaverunt Deum caeli prae doloribus
et vulneribus suis et non agerunt paenitentiam
ex operibus suis"

Verbum Diaboli

There is no God or Satan
nataS ro doG on si erehT
Be one of Dogs who dare to bite
the chains of mystification


8. HAR-MAGEDON

"Et vidi de ore draconis et de ore bestiae
et de ore pseudoprophetae spiritus
tre immundos in modum renarum"

Arise!! Forgotten wounds
have now ben opened
Gratification for all humiliated lives
of those who dared to think
immortal power of vendetta
crushing skulls of enemy
Look to the sky and see them dead
- the picture of god's misery

Toward mind's labyrinth I see
infected neurons
bringing human's thoughts to me
Son of the Morning Star I am
Erotic dream of Eden,
he who once has been betrayed

"Sunt enim spiritus daemoniorum
facientes signa est procedunt
ad reges totius terrae congregare
illos in proelium ad diem magnum
Dei omnipotentis"

Arise!! Forgotten wounds
have now ben opened
Gratification for all humiliated lives
of those who dared to think
immortal power of vendetta
crushing skulls of enemy
Look to the sky and hear their lament
- your god has been dethroned!!!

"Et congregavit illos in locum
qui vocatur Hermagedon"

Arise!! Forgotten wounds
have now ben opened
Gratification for all humiliated lives
of those who dared to think
immortal power of vendetta
crushing skulls of enemy...


9. MASS FOR THE DEAD

Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable
You draw circles with the closed ritual
And a tear hidden in your blood
Allows to grasp the order of your world

Dead skies' symbols behind you
Shining half - consciously among the words of prayer
They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls
Still looking for freedom lover -
Freedom flying towards the skies

This is the secret mass of silence
Calling non-existence from everywhere
From bleeding heaven and beautiful depths
Where flowers of death revive once more

Time spills kisses your hands
Kisses existing just in unity and harmony
You descend unto the depths of your thoughts at nights
Sensing the breath of death and look of her shroud
Ashes of sin you crushin your hand
So as to walk through the symbolic mirrors

Know that now you are just a part of the great power

Death allows to enlighten night
Allows to worship and die again
Anxiety and sadness shall rejoin in you
Re-discovering the horizon
In this march you are a well-known target
In this march you are freedom

Through ascension of death - live
Through nudity of fog - live
Through winds of freedom - live
Through bloody shroud of beauty - live

In loneliness a spark of your life
Shall conquer fickleness of time
Passage to immortal non-existance

This is the secret mass of silence
Calling non-existence from everywhere