1. Diableria[The great introduction]2. The Thousand Plagues I WitnessOne eyed old man I amYet I possess the knowledge of thousand sagesAn unborn child I amThough I have existed for billion yearsThe invisible army I amThough the won battle still to comeThe father of ambitious and dissapointed I amBrother in sin and abasementI was Judas in your dreamWho worshipped money above allI was the roman warriorWho wounded you and drank the divine bloodI was pilate on your trialWho spat in your pale faceEach thorn was a sinful spellEach nail the fulfillment of the revengeFor which I have been waiting for so many yearsHatred for thousand holy headsAnd also that many daggers pointed at their visagesThe fallen angels, mythical daemonsThriumphant in their blasphemyI am Gordon, my name is annihilationExtreminationI am the thousand plagues and afflictions3. Satan's Sword I Have BecomeFor ages travelled by the holy fireToday free, free and triumphantTo no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisitionPoor and lonely are my adversersWho serving the beast for million yearsWith the whip and crown of thornsShall be remunerated todayWanderer, perpetual and restlessMaster, equally hideous & beautifulLoved and adored... How simple it is...For many years my semen hath envenomed the racesAbomination to the earthly, to everything that is simpleAnd obscure at the same timeTherefore let us celebrate the antitesis of the eucharistWith the sacerdoral gesture you welcome usI am your dazing thresholdLet us commence! We are void of our bodies...The night, that we are honoured to celebratePerhaps the last during which I satisfy my desireWanderer, perpetual and restlessMaster, equally hideous & beautifulThe real world or the imaginary visionStill perceptible to my chaotic thoughtsNothing shall taste the same again...I am waiting for you to stab the world in its heart4. In Thy PandemaeternumFather!Art thou blind and deaf?Old man!Decrepit and hideousHidden in woods of madness and anxietyI am the beast, thou - the refugium of loveWhereas your love as a cockroachUnder my own bootI am the gehenna of humanity, whereas thou art me mercyAnd what shalt thou need it forIf the world shall fall asleep under my wings anywayI am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdomIs it a great one, yes, vain fools do beliefe in itThey still go up in flames in anywayDevils tongue is the tongue of fireYes, the same that burneth thine housesConsumeth light and thy sheep... damned!And even their wool is shaddy, and the meat poisonousNot for the hungry dogs at my tableI shall destroy everything, or not...I shalt throw it to vultures to devour, let them feast!Devils tongue is the tongue of the nightWhenever thou delight in this beautyThou pour in thyself the wine of the underworldAnd whenever thou crave for bearing itThere are only the whispers of trees thou can hearHungry of thy love, I am anticipating my time...Devils tongue is the tongue of my fatherThe one, who with universe constituteth an entityFather who shall not sell thou out for any flirtForlove - affairs, kisses of humanityTherefore give me his darknessPower, might, hope and fulfillmentGive me his lightIt is the time for the feast of hell...5. Driven By The Five-Winged StarSister of sinLover of my unwedden nightIn blasphemy we bathe our unclean bodiesWe find adoration in the filthy procreationHis will is our devotionGiving in to the knight of the remote starFalling in love with the darkest tormentorThe basic instinct, the obscurity of my soulWe hide our secrets damnedly deepAnd these are the key to the sempimental gloryTo the harmony of body and soulImmortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableriaSister of sinWhen rich and when poorOn my way to the throneLay bare on your gemsThe nest of filth (and licentiousness)Of am I drinking your sweetest juicesThe poison in the wine of asceticismDown am I sitting om the fathers right sideAnd with his benedictionI am opening the Pandora's box.6. The Past Is Like A FuneralSometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadowsSomething that recalls the graveHides in the hellish depths and awaitsWhen I dream, it peeks into empty goblet(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousnessI know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your bodyNo matter it poisons and causes deathThe past is like an eternal funeralYears, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cellI resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fearI lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplationsWaiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy landAnd its taste and coldness I rememberBare-foot digging my own pitI was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and beggedBut was the sandto become my salvationOr worms the people on the court of lightThe past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and oldBurning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of JehovaI killed mercy, spotting on the laws of godI celebrated the birth of powerI fall in love with freedom and the beastAnd I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid wombIn order to give life to alvine grainAnd concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destructionI envisaged myself as a great magicianAlthought they called armageddon the whoreToday I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the worldThe past only sometimes is like the sindThat we grave-digger throws in your eyes.7. The Entrance To The Spheres Of MarsFreedom - said IAnd then the sun set and the duskFell on my lifeTransformations and metamorphosesIt was what I experienced there, on the south of heavenI was striking with my fists at the heavens ceilingsToo low I fell, I did not reach the step-father's neckAlthough his visage seemed so closeWith bony fingers I desired to clench the crown of thornsIn vain, I have trampled the paradisical flower of loveAnd I trample its rights here, on the earthEach sin - my soldierA daemon of the several thousand strong cavaleryNot gods son I am, but the child of million starsWhile each of them symbolises different human fraility greater than mineI am the wisdom and the perfection of the universe.8. With Spell Of Inferno[on Polish edition only!]How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majestyHow hard to live when I long for your devil's warmthAnd livid skies over WittenbergAnd the empty streets and pavements of the townEverything sinks into dead tearsAnd craves for charlatantryMephisto you are born inside me againBut will you speak my names in the ancient tongues?Among thousands flames of profigacyNaked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreamsI strip myself of my sacred virtuesThe picture of male domination (and treat in blood)And blood and pride old and clotted alreadyBut I can still see its drops on my bot faceAnd pain and candles everywhere and incenseAnd your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...Everything so ephemental and equally unrealAnd this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till todayMephistopheles, thousands times I saw in sleepThe essence of the eternal life but have I found it?If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human racewith the spell of hellI shall go deeper down the Dante didAnd tame the snakes of minePhallic signs and symbols, the seed of truthAnd belief in eternal life...9. Chawaa Mordercom Wojciecha
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
