The Father Of Serpents
Age Of Damnation
1. The Walls of No Salvation
In my four walls,
I feel something I never felt in outside world.
In my four walls,
I learned... what freedom is!
Away from your world, I felt again.
The myth called Life, it was reality.
I cannot speak in tongues you speak,
Nor you can see the things I see.
So, off with you and your false care,
There are no doors upon my walls.
I am not the cell
In this rotten body you call world.
All your thoughts, all your laws,
False compassions.
Just walk away!
These walls have no salvation.
Within them is my world,
My freedom, my way out!
In my four walls,
I feel something I never felt in outside world.
In my four walls,
The myth called Life, it was reality.
In my four walls,
I learned what freedom is.
2. The Flesh Altar
Basement temple, you and I,
The one-man cult, and flesh altar.
In sacred ritual help me,
To set both of our spirits free.
My wand – a long and rusty blade,
A grimoire's role – my mind will take,
No need for incense, smell of blood
Will cover everything we got.
So we begin,
As wand opens first gate,
With each incision,
One of my chains break.
No dying yet,
The gates are just first part,
In ritual,
You are my form of art.
So hard, not to give in,
With this wand keep going deeper,
Words of anger on my mind,
No no, you must still remain alive.
Now witness your last moment of vision,
For now it's gone, with two swift incisions.
In your screams, I feel more and more free,
Strong pull and cut, and now you'll never speak.
My wand – a long and rusty blade,
A grimoire's spells – from my mind incarnate,
No need for incense, smell of blood
Already covered everything we got.
Now that I'm free, the trance is overtaking,
No longer care, if this is art I'm making;
No longer care, how long you will survive;
The more you die, the more I feel alive!
Basement temple, you and I,
The one man cult, and dead altar,
Through sacred ritual I'm free,
From all the chains, the past you put on me.
3. Tale of Prophet
In the endless cosmic ocean,
Astral body looks for edge;
Unaware of human weakness,
Searching creature they call God.
Floating through the astral layers,
Mind and spirit highly trained;
Armed with arrogance and ego,
Soul will pierce through divine realm.
A man to become
Creation of new
Road to divine word
Through the Astral Plane
"One, whose presence was felt,
In the lore and beliefs of our world;
One, to whom different times
Addressed with different names;
Accept me, the believer of your true form.
For I gave my life to learn, to find you,
And be your true prophet, bringer of your word"
With these words soul crossed the border,
Where our spirits have no place...
Was it God? Some other being?
Human mind will never know.
Frequency supreme to ours,
Sent its word through silver cord.
Human brain too small to handle,
Ends up painting owner's walls.
4. The Grave for Universe
Oh the Great Cosmic Corpse,
You who shines upon us,
With the light of times
Long gone by...
We saw in your blackness
The gods – the divinity,
The supreme mold
Upon which we were made.
Within this mold we saw
The veins connecting to you,
Through which we seek – strength,
Through which we seek – knowledge...
Yet all we got was poison!
Your divinity – too far,
The only way to see you
Was to look way back through time!
Now we know – our primal instinct,
All we do – leads to our end,
Our Supreme Cosmic Mirror,
In this time it's but a grave!
As above – death!
So below – death!
We lied ourselves for so long
Into existence on this earth!
5. Tainted Blood
Lasciate
Ogne
Speranza
Voi
Ch'intrate
Observe the ruin with your painted-on eyes,
Ignoring below your world's demise...
You hear the void chanting, "My Martyr, My King."
But that's a mere tune your dying mind sings!
Lasciate
Ogne
Speranza
Voi
Ch'intrate
Lasciate
Ogne
Speranza
Voi
Ch'intrate
You offered your hand as if I'm in confusion,
Telling it's rotting flesh is an illusion;
You tried to convince that of same blood we're painted,
Yet never you felt just how much yours is tainted.
In hands of creation you were made a freak,
You carved to your likeness our whole race unique,
All of us turned bolts in machine that you own,
"Behold now and worship this prison – your home."
6. The Afterlife Symphony
The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body...
The ensemble of pure magnificence,
Four artists only dreams can create;
The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body...
The movement begins
As the body swings in larghetto,
It is time for the branches to shine
In their solo conducted by wind...
Let them play, let them play,
Let their screech pierce through the night,
Appease me,
Your only listener
For I am
For I am here for you,
I am here to see the music they make
The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body...
So perfect – their music, the feeling, the tunes,
The swinging body and the voice of the tree.
The wind calms down,
On to the minuet,
And the body swings in ad libitum form,
So proud I am with the music,
So proud I am with this night,
This concert played for me alone...
This body was once my home...
7. The Quiet Ones
It's strange how well
A smile conceals
An empty soul
A body seared
Where others see
The careless being
Locked doors are hiding broken wings
With silent smiles
They face the world
All suffering withing they hold
Too scared to speak too scared to run
Not first nor last yet all alone
Not first nor last yet all alone
Not first nor last yet all alone
With silent smiles
They face the world
All suffering withing they hold
Too scared to speak
Too scared to run
Not first nor last yet all alone
What's going on behind locked doors
Ruined souls scream within four walls
Freedom and thoughts removed by force
Once blooming life ends in remorse
What's going on behind locked doors
Freedom and thoughts removed by force
Too many of such souls world sees
Faces erased from hiding pain
Ruined souls scream within four walls
Once blooming life ends in remorse
It's strange how well
A smile conceals
An empty soul
A body seared
Where others see
The careless being
Locked doors are hiding broken wings
8. The God Will Weep for You
Crucified to the sole
Of the world itself,
Nailed by thoughts
Sharper than any blade;
You hang helpless,
Self-made martyr
Cursing the world,
That doesn't care.
Why, oh why should it care?
Why should anyone care?
There is no reward for non-existence,
For a king in the made up kingdom.
With the eon moving onward,
You remained as waste of flesh
Stayed behind, as useless void,
Vain demands are all that's left.
The gods will weep for you,
The useless flesh, an empty void!
The gods will weep for you,
The wasted soul, frozen in time!
The gods will weep for you,
The self-made king, of nothingness!
The gods will weep for you,
But no one else will even care.
You proclaim, you don't create;
You will take but never give;
Self-made god – but just an insect;
Just a voice that screams demands!
9. The Last Encore
Face to face
With nothingness
While bridges burn
Once again
So here I am, another fall
Yet still too proud to end it all.
Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit
To take small step and call it quits.
Do I see pleasure in worlds ways?
It gives me smile but takes all away;
Like madman every time I follow,
Expecting change, yet all is hollow.
So here we are, with darkness greeting,
Always patient, every meeting.
It knows me well, won't learn much more,
We've done this many times before.
Till now world's plans I kept revoking,
It crippled me, still I kept walking.
Proud for my masochistic will,
Expecting from its sleeve new thrill.
In this whole game I see... a pattern,
For all new hopes my soul... feels battered.
Is there a reason to... keep playing?
There's no more me left for.... decaying.
Face to face
With nothingness
While bridges burn
One last time
So here I am, another fall
Yet still too proud to end it all.
Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit
To take small step and call it quits.
Still, here I am, same place and reason;
In falls as if receiving wisdom.
Yet scenes change, while outcome's the same.
Fuck this world, here I end my way.
10. Viral
Smiling chains,
Bread and games,
Silence breeds
Malevolence.
Masks sewn to flesh smile to each other,
Their poisoned blades disguised as flowers,
Presented freedom with a rule:
Thou shalt not differ!
Smiling chains,
Bread and games,
Silence breeds
Malevolence.
Puppets dance,
Blind to threads.
Born as slaves,
Mind-death virus.
Masks sewn to flesh smile to each other,
Their poisoned blades disguised as flowers,
Presented freedom with a rule:
Thou shalt not differ!
Evolved into network of servants,
Programmed by vilest of the perverts,
Every new soul will have a place,
In fractal of sadists.
Smiling chains,
Bread and games,
Silence breeds
Malevolence.
Puppets dance,
Blind to threads.
Born as slaves,
Mind-death virus
Sick are those who think.
Drown them, let them sink.
Place them with the rest,
Slaves that don't protest!
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