1. SON OF DAWN

From the serpent's root
Will come forth an adder
Its fruit will be a flying serpent
Full of anger and vengeance

Son of Dawn
Reclaim your throne
Once fallen from Heaven
Make yourself most high

A deeper impulse given
Thoughts that soar to heaven
Succumb to comfortable despair
To keep a memory bright

The wings of the morning
Will self-consume all woes
Rise and vanish into oblivion
Slow perdition burns ever bright

In evening timid silences come
Feelings, once as strong as passions
Tales of others' sufferings
Wring groans of anguish

Reliefs of suffering
Eclipses heavenly lights
Flesh turns to flaming torches
Veins into fire

How you are fallen from heaven,
O Day Star, Son of Dawn!"

Eternal damnation sin
Through temptation, pain and greed
The axis of time and destiny
Winged serpent of darkness


2. EYES OF THE SCYTHE WIELDER

I am the reaper with the scythe
My cold steel forever lithe
Glares on me a crimson light
I cast no shadow in the night

You are young whilst I am old
I steal your warmth, leave you cold
Fear me, I will take your life
Unsheathe the sword, wet the scythe

My name is death, I walk this land
Life's journey ends at my command
Your soul is mine and free to sell
As my blank stare takes you to hell

I am the wielder with the sickle
I harvest damned souls of mickle
My burning eyes will rise your fear
You all will pay the price so dear

I am the enforcer with the blade
Just one swing of my rusted aide
Reality is sharp, just like my knife.
I laugh at the fact I took your life


3. IN HIDEOUS BLASPHEMY

The rites of an evil sacrilege
Dares to name the nameless
Adepts vie to shout his name
Vile reflections of their fear

Rejoice in hideous blasphemy
Conflagration of flames

Echoes from the grotto yell
Howls of horror and achluophobia
Screeching profanities without repent
Condemnation of their gods

Devour this waste of life
By life not death they are killed
14 candles burn in their minds
Let the world beware his coming


4. THE SUFFERING OF AFFLICTION

O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee
Let my prayer come before thee; incline thine ear unto my Cry

The suffering of affliction - in darkness, in the deeps
The suffering of affliction - unto the grave

Wilt thou show wonders to the dead?
Shall the dead arise and praise thee?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark?

Suffering of affliction - in darkness, in the deeps
Suffering of affliction - unto the grave

Lord, I have called daily upon Thee
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me
But unto Thee have I cried, O Lord
I am afflicted and ready to die

Lord, why castest Thou off my soul?
Why hidest Thou Thy face from me?
Thy fierce wrath goeth over me
While I suffer Thy terrors I am distraught