Apparition

You always knew just how to bury your sins, beneath my skin. i am the fevered words, you wished you'd never said. i am the saddest song that haunts you, in your sleep.

And The Band Played On

Axe

Held captive by a group of thugs. Intent to kill and lust for blood. Terrorize and rape the victims. Rage unfolds its time for revenge. . Hunting down the brutal sadists.

Audra

Betrayal, left to die, lust for blood. Casting call for Audra, six summoned. Desolate, eerily dark estate. Jealousy for the part, seals their fate. Masked killer, morbid rage, waits for them.

Apocalyptic Devastation

Burning cities. Rotting bodies. Random killing. Corpses burning. Sickening plagues. Living decay. Charcoaled bodies. Flesh is rotting. Baron wastelands.

Annihilation

Prophecy. Death unleashed. World explodes. Cause unknown. Blood red sky. Humans fry. Boiling earth. No rebirth. Brutal deaths. Melting flesh. Genocide.

Abolition

Rotting corpses. Rats feeding on dead flesh. Crumbling buildings. Aftermath of the earth.

All The Beauty

{(whispered) This is all the beauty}. All the beauty I see [x2]. All the beauty in this world. Ain't nothin' compared to you. All the beauty I feel [x2].

Adortation

Pretend you're in my heart. Pretend we'll never part. Everything beautiful dies. . With you inside of me. With you I'll never be. Anything else than you.

Another Creation

[lyrics by Ville Viljanen]. . I take a stone and put it away. I take the soil and put it aside. Then mixed them as one. . I've seen the stars been born.

Altered State Of Consciousness

I see the face, the face keeps watching me. I told to stop. But he just keeps on laughing at me. No time to think, no time to rest. I think these pills.

America On Line

Axis Mundi

Ipso Facto, Axis Mundi!. . Sandtime bled, die for the truth. Drop of plague in the vein of the crowd. One will be enough to suffocate. The misery this world has turned into.

Awake

Awake...for all is dying, even the dead. We are our Past failing to come back. All of us visionaires. with a rope around our neck.

Atlantic (bonus Track)

The earth should have opened. And swallowed us in. Stop at nothing inside us. Then a wind should have risen. From the deep mouth of our sea. And things should have been as they used to be.

Ataegina

Na Ara da Vida jaz uma morte. A ti te lanco a minha sorte. Ataegenia triade fatal. Palida Deusa, doce e teu mal. . Centenas de corvos sobre a rochedo.

At Tragic Heights

And the first went and poured the vial upon the earth. And there fell a grievous sore upon the men. Which had the mark of the beast. . And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea.

At The Image Of Pain

Man confirmed by the carnal. Like a damnation supreme. Man you are bound to this world and this blood. Raise hands to the wonders. In honour of you. .

As We Eternally Sleep On It

The seed of Men,. From trees now freezing.. All silevered leaves. With messages written. . The Imitators. In sequences bright.. All perpetraitors. In cahins of gold..

Antidote

Here is to the fear for keeping us alert. And here is to sleep for making understand. . Here's to the crowning roots. (Placing us nowhere). Here's to the laughable wings.