Cover Painting by Chad Quam



THE INVOCATION OF GAAHL:
Don't Stick your head into the fire
If all you want’s a glimpse of hell
As it begins life shall expire
Then you’ll submit to the spell of Satan.
Or you’ll be baptized in the flames
There’ll be nothing left of you to scatter
Only the stench of death remains
The stench of sacrifice to Satan
The fires of hell are burning
With the souls of the dead
Slowly they writhe in pain
An eternity to curse their ways.
Don’t stick your head into the fire
If all you want’s a glimpse of hell
As it begins life shall expire
Then you’ll submit to the spell of Satan.
The fires of hell are burning
With the souls of the dead
Slowly they writhe in pain
An eternity to curse their ways.

SIGNS OF LIFE:

Do not bow to the ways
Do not adhere to the word of false prophets
Their lies will lead you astray
Into a world where logic slips away
Realize you came from nothing
And to nothing you’ll return
All alone your final days and
none shall mourn but the flies around your grave
Beware of so called angels
They are demons in disguise
Once the gods have had their way with us
There will be no signs of life
The total sum of your life is zero, you can’t hide from the lack of what you are…
You’re out of time
You’re out of heroes
The only story told is by your scars
Beware of so called angels
They are demons in disguise
Once the gods have had their way with us
There will be no signs of life
Here’s a truth that’s almost certain
You will suffer in pain and strife
Once the gods have had their way with you
There will be no signs of life
Salvation
Battle cry of tyrants
Word of God
Bound with the seeds of violence
Beware of so called angels
They are demons in disguise
Once the gods have had their way with us
There will be no signs of life
Here’s a truth that’s almost certain
You will suffer in pain and strife
Once the gods have had their way with you
There will be no signs of life

EVISCERATE:

If this is the end, farewell.
No sense in endless suffering.
But the memories plague my soul,
Their jagged edges eviscerate my being.
I can't let go no matter how I try,
It's a painful and persistent sting.
It stabs my heart like a thousand knives,
Their jagged edges eviscerate my being.
Our story's sad but true, I guess we all know why.
I never said I loved you,
Because I never thought we'd ever have to say goodbye.
I can't let go no matter how I try,
It's a painful and persistent sting.
It stabs my heart like a thousand knives,
Their jagged edges eviscerate my being.
Our story's sad but true, I guess we all know why.
I never said I loved you,
Because I never thought we'd ever have to say goodbye.

ERASED:

Every day just seems the same,
when you’re busy scraping by,
your life dwindles away.
Then one day after you've grown old and gray
and everything you loved is gone,
you'll look back and wish away
all the foolish things you've done.
Then your heart will ache and die,
and you'll live in misery.
As your golden years slip by,
you'll be consumed by your own grief.
You'll feel the icy grip of death
and you'll long for it's embrace.
As you breathe your final breath,
your legacy will be erased.
Erased from existence, erased from tomorrow...
Then one day after you've grown old and gray
and everything you loved is gone,
you'll look back and wish away
all the foolish things you've done.
You'll feel the icy grip of death
and you'll long for it's embrace.
As you breathe your final breath,
your legacy will be erased.
Erased from existence, erased from tomorrow...

INTO THE WAKE OF THE VOID

Crazy, that’s what they tell me I’ve become,
But I don’t believe them, they’re wrong.
They say that my personality’s split.
To that well, I can’t say shit.
In the asylum, my sanity is foregone.
In the asylum, little Danny’s screaming redrum.
In the asylum, playdough, basket weaving, mahjong.
In the asylum, my vacation here is lifelong.
I’m not crazy, get me out.
Mental patients surround me in hordes.
Panicked I run through the yard.
Here’s my chance, to the fence, free at last,
Then the nurse drags me down, bitch, flat on my back.
In the asylum, my sanity is foregone.
In the asylum, little Danny’s screaming redrum.
In the asylum, playdough, basket weaving, mahjong.
In the asylum, my vacation here is lifelong.
I’m not crazy, live in fear.
Confined in torment, I’ll rot in here…

DYING CIRCUIT:

The day we enter this world we're struggling to survive.
We claw our way tooth and nail until the end game arrives.
Useless time fills the gap between and then we all die.
If history is to be twisted why do we even try.
What are we trying to be?
A lifeless circuit, a dying dream?
What are we trying to be?
A bloodless heart? A long dried vein?
What are we trying to be?
A dead end road? A ragged seam?
I never thought it would come to this.
The day we enter this world we're struggling to survive.
We claw our way tooth and nail until the end game arrives.
Useless time fills the gap between and then we all die.
If history is to be twisted why do we even try.
What are we trying to be?
A bloodless heart? A long dried vein?
What are we trying to be?
A dead end road? A ragged seam?
I never thought it would come to this.

SIMPLE FIX

For quite some time now I’ve been concerned.
Since the beginning my feelings for the worse have turned.
We are near the end of a very long road.
Let me show you what your future holds.
You’re useless, I can’t take it anymore.
Frustrated…
You’re worthless, I can’t take it anymore.
You’re just a simple little problem that a bullet can fix.
You’re useless, I can’t take it anymore.
You’re worthless, I won’t take it anymore.
It’s not your fault, your time is near.
Prepare to face the end, frozen with fear.
My quandary soon will be permanently solved,
In a bone yard buried by the moss and cold.
You’re useless, I can’t take it anymore.
Frustrated…
You’re worthless, I can’t take it anymore.
You’re just a simple little problem that a bullet fixed.

NASCI A MORTE:

Shadows fall on everything,
so we will never see the light.
They permeate our very being,
as we sink into eternal night.
Sparkling like crystals in the snow,
was the gem we hoped it all would be.
But blackened are the seeds that we have sewn,
we suffer on for eternity.
Staggering through the darkness of our lives,
we've been the way that we were forced to be.
What's the fucking purpose when we were born to die?
It's an empty truth, it's all a fucking lie.
Shadows fall on everything,
so we will never see the light.
They permeate our very being,
as we sink into eternal night.
Staggering through the darkness of our lives,
we've been the way that we were forced to be.
What's the fucking purpose when we were born to die?
It's an empty truth, it's all a fucking lie.

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