Trollheim's Grott Bloodsoaked and Ill-fated 1. Dehumanize Dehumanize, the values of western life posses me gain the possession of triarchy We've researched human life way they act, the way they die Conclusion, life is fragile so precious, so naive We've created a certain deathtrap to create chaos and fear Limb by limb, tooth by tooth we take the humanity away We've created a certain solution suicide, the death's illusion Green stream flowing and flowing blocking the red stream from growing retro nightmares, arcane illusions death to humans all all their delusions Now the blood stream is growing and growing blocking the green stream from growing accusation of experementation is tricked to create new prod nation We are the rivals of pestilence architects of lost reality To tear down something you call "god" To bash him down and to vomit his blood We are here to dehumanize or to some, to restore world to its former Fuck mankind, so full of nothingness so arrogant bastards... 2. Exact Answers and Syndicate Solutions Religious today is the opposite to righteous Living are not the heroes but the dead you respect Inhale the air where you can smell the presence of evil Take my advice and don't step on the black flowers We are horizontal, we are vertical, together we control superbeast paranoia We create icons, we tear down gods, we are on the top of evolution Take your next step, but dont step on the flowers Ah, advance little more, so I can finally see your face We are in front of you Barrels of our guns pointed to your head click, click, boom, you're dead We don't give you any exact answers Our destination lies unknown where do you want to go? Humans I have known Have perished in flames but we do offer syndicate solutions We are horizontal, we are vertical, together we control superbeast paranormal We create icons, we tear down gods we are on the top of evolution 3. SyndicateWormCampaign Is this another distraction to fool us and to create a fraction within what we have created bloodsoaked and ill-fated is you pathetic crusade! You will see them bleed, giving birth to me is this another way to say: I'm sorry Fuck, mercy is dead and so is compassion and your pathetic crusade You will them bleed, giving birth to me is this or is this not, the heavens dawn the final cry of mercy of mankind I'm born, in Syndicate World Is this or is this not, the rise of truth and syndicate and the rise of I'm born, In Syndicate World Through your bleeding wounds created by three nails Me and my companion crawl inside your veins To recreate and to uncreate what you have built! The mechanics of present world Were useless and abnormal This was his body - This was his blood All that is left, are dry bread and wine. So drink and get drunk, as there is no escape 4. Operation: Lick the Fungus Smooth and silky, slimy and disgusting With woerms or without, lets begin Controlled contamination Of human abomination Mushroom powered operation to bring back what we were We try to find the lost traces of reality Are we really destined to loose our identity Controlled contamination of human abomination We bring chaos we bring destruction operation lick the fungus Necromechanic junkies humans under neon lights We - are - coming to take you to place where you belong Taste, the sweet taste of mortality Agents, fire is free Mushroom powered operation to bring back what we were We try to find the lost traces of reality Are we reeally destined to loose our identity Controlled contamination of human abomination Succes of operation is now at hand 5. The Little Shop of Scalpels I'm the little shopkeeper, and I'd like to welcome you Take a seat and relax, 'cause you'll take a Painride soon Sadistik discotheque of denied desires where pain and pleasure go undivided What a great smile! Allow me to open it wide. Little incisions here and there, the death is near, you fear nothing. Fear of god has been removed in the little shop of scalpels. Such silky skin! It must be hot, shall I peel it off? Ah, you've find you're favourite thrill Excellent choice, You had an eye for pain This will take the other one as well and many other parts too... We have exchanged faith into something more concrete, well pain is abstract, but the feeling is real. 6. The Syndicate Haunts You Down A biomechanical weapons race The syndicate has very intriguing plans for you the trolls are very pleased to find Such possibilities in ways of controlling you destroying you Feel your head expanding towards chaos As they set a new virtue to your head - Pure evil The syndicate is after you - feel their presence around The trolls in horns are coming down on you they are out there - to haunt you down You see them but they have no face And they shall haunt you down - haunt you down Prepare yourself for contact Would you like to buy an new syndicate official? Some muscarin for courage? Or would you prefer psilocybin? Straight from the factory Contaminated with single-stranded-ribonucleic-acid-virus-complex They're getting rid of you before you know In ways beyond your comprehension Ex cathedra. The solution is ready the transformation is complete Vowelization with thorns of fire Welcome to the world of pain We assume you'll want to sign the entryform to our cryogenic facilities We have a new product designed for you the lucid-dream-2002, An immaculate nightmare We are inside your head 7. Experimentation We've found a stable configuration for our society Yet still we cannot avoid the human-troll collision. Take a little peek from that window What do you see? It's not a dream. Human and troll embryos separately in glass jars For what reason: come and see. Human embryos, they are weak we poke them with needles and let them die Take a little peek from that window What do you see? It's not a dream. Troll embryos, growing tall we nurse them, we feed them well Where our obscure goals collide with mankind our inhumane plans will be finally fullfilled Humans, taught to be afraid of everything fear of god, fear of death, soon fear of syndicate Symptoms are clear, weakness and unforgiven We're not sure of the disease, but cure will be our iron fist! More simple minds to manipulate, more beautifull dreams to crush, more weak humans, more and more, for our scientists to cut. Take a little peek from that window What do you see? It's not a dream. Where our obscure goals collide with mankind our inhumane plans will be finally fullfilled 8. Addicted to Lethal Injections Deadly syndicate playground infested with needles of our time where human children tend to play we are rebels to their cause Two pistols in the hands of one 6, 6, 6, bullets divided for everyone fewer to give, more to take the one empowered by syndicate the addiction grows stronger the addiction grows stronger you cannot resist the hunger you cannot stop the plunger Addicted to lethal injections Addicted to lethal injections as the human in us refuses to die we choose to tear him apart In you and in me the same urge keeps us alive When destroyed all human life the syndicate smiles, the syndicate smiles Feed the data: code: Dead, dead, dead scorched earth policy, dead infants new wave of intelligent life sweeps your planet