The Mass

Bring The Oath, Bring The Incense. Bring The Flesh To The Altar. Reflect On The Times That Passed By. Seize The Time, Seize Your Dreams. And Focus On The Wooden Cross.

The Letter

Spoken:. This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville:. . June 2, 1964. Nashville, Tennessee.

The Cronicle Of The 7 Seals

PROLOGUE - (Part I). THE SCROLL AND THE LAMB. Then I Saw In The Right Hand Of Him. Who Sat On The Throne. A Scroll With Writing On The Both Sides. And Sealed With Seven Seals.

The Chronicle Of The Seven Seals

PROLOGUE - (Part I). THE SCROLL AND THE LAMB. Then I Saw In The Right Hand Of Him. Who Sat On The Throne. A Scroll With Writing On The Both Sides. And Sealed With Seven Seals.

The Triumph Of Pagan Beliefs

The Final Battle

The Dawn Of The New Empire

Under the grey dust of oblivion. Foul by the leg of god on the cross. The bones of pagan kingdoms rest. Worshipped by their warriors. Praised by the psalms of the night.

The Rift

I swear I can't stand the thought. Of watching you while you tare me apart.. One interruption after another, after another.. I'm finding my center.. Building a resentment..

Trinity Broadcasting (know Your Enemy)

The light is perfect, the cameras are set. Makeup and wardrobe are nearly finished. Talent is rehearsed, crowd fluffed, ready to explode. . In just five minutes it will be showtime,.

To The Taste

Burn! Fire it up, burn it down, the embers glow in the darkness. Feel warmth crawl in, through your head, drip down the spine. . To the taste. Through water.

The Lord's Work

The lords work (2x). . My head begins to swim. With visions of my life. . So much blood (2x). . And for nothing more than a man-made dream. My family is dead because they made me.

The Last Fantasy Of Christ

His head drops gently upon simple rolled cloth. His meek conditions depress. Reflecting upon the days events. How much time he's lost. . Healing the sick, Raising the dead, Being a savior.

The Dark Within

Bleak morning light. Upon fields of ruin. No ecape from the pain inside. A silent cry. That no one hears. Crushed 'neath the shadows of a burden vast.

The Atom Inside

Perfect destroyer -- self-parasite. Feeding upon the tears of our kind. Nothing sacred is left inside. Just a persistent blank nightmare. . We should have pursued our evolution.

This Is It

The Way It Is

To Swarm Deserted Away

I swarm deserted away, like glass.... Warm, and as fevers,. I am as flame.. I am death.... For I, I weave our blasphemies.... . Wicthes painted me,. Like the mysteries created me....

Those Who Caress The Pale

Strange how mysteriousness bound us. and drags us through these dark times. . Strange how the twilight encourages us. and fills us with awesome pride..

The Plunderer

The dust the Dreamking and I.. Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons.. We did what the sun forbade us to.. . Oh how mournful we are,. soon to be given wings..

Total War Brings Total Death

[Lead: Suckdog]. . Riders of black at the battlefield stands. Surrounded by bodies, the enemies slain. Death in the air cleansed our breath. Total war brings total death.