An act of darkness is in us. Holy times and sacred season sites. Oh, black hole empty God. Let them devour their own light. . An elevenfold cross eclipse.
To stem the current is no vain attempt. the Knowledge preserved for us alone. in this world of mud and rust. decipher what is coded by our hands. . Defiled our names.
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek]. . Every now and then we all visit a world of hurt. - the only real difference is how long we have to and wish to stay there..
A scarab beetle which toils through its phases. From an egg through a larva to the protector of the dawning Sun. Out of the Unmanifest into the Matrix of Manifestation.
There have never been gods and devils,. But there were people who were turned. Into them by others and trapped in divine incarnations.. No act of spawning was my birth.
Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions for. understanding something that nineteen centuries have misunderstood: that. integrity which, having become instinct and passion, wages war against the.
In the midst of wave. Unconceivable Evil. And we are drowning down. Into the forgotten city. Oxygen becoming treasure. Is it time to choose. ...yes, it is....
Jaunting on maps of our bodies. We wandering through vastness of inner and outer space. Through and through. Immersed in love of will.. . I am laying on my back.
We wait in hiding, we lie in wait. We secretly draw great plans. Of spaceless kingdom of the soul. Of triumph of the will. We wait in hiding, we lie in wait.
In the midst of wave. Unconceivable Evil. And we are drowning down. Into the forgotten city. Oxygen becoming treasure. Is it time to choose. ...yes, it is....
Music & Lyrics: Pierre Kartner/Broineer. German Words: Michael Kunze. . Was wird sein, wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht. und der Tag ist so dunkel, wie sonst nur die Nacht?.
Originally performed by The Anti Nowere League. . Another bloody night. Another damned place. My head is fucked up. I've got another face. Too many bites.
Necromancer, the rites of dementia. See what the death looks like. Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames. Arrive in circles of trembling hands.
Raising my head to yell my life out. Standing naked, strained as a dying worm. With body of light gleaming with my disquiet. With myriads of stars not-to-be-seen.
Was wird sein. wenn die Sonne für uns nicht mehr lacht. und der Tag ist so dunkel. wie sonst nur die Nacht?. Dann siehst du zum Himmel. mit Tränen im Blick.
Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen. Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero. Cybergod hidden in the grid. Encryptor of the soul and Holder of the code.
[lead: Peter]. . Silence in the Dark. Ripped by mighty yell apart. Strange smell increases in the air. Hate radiates from nonetity. . Now all is coming true.
Creature, that howling in darkness. Winged monster. You know it came for me. Tearing apart my soul. From deepest parts of earth. I feel the Unholy. No prayer can save my soul and flesh.
Human - a child of the Earth. Still fallowing his rules and laws. Demanding, enslaving and using. Enthroned himself as a Lord of the Whole. . Creator of a God of a man.
"Silent Empire". Trystero is the name of the oldest conspiracy in the world. which started off in the early XIII century and has supposedly. survived until our times. In modern times the Trystero couriers.