Secrets Of The Moon Carved In Stigmata Wounds 1. Crowns [Instrumental] 2. Cosmogenesis Black clouds have masked her image Filth enjoys her beauty Her creations Her mysteria Infinity Deformity All hail the new aeon Cosmogenesis Hail stagnation! In an art form Too painful to feel She let us feel her hatred We are the scum The manifestation of destruction For they have never given much For they have never Expressed what they feel In a world enlightened by scorn They are the ones who fear Minor divinity Major pride Commando nature Collects its final weapons With arrogance and ignorance ...riding! 3. Miasma Let them have their final martyrium Let them come with spear and lance Let them impale When all is gone anyway Let them come with a greater smile When all is over anyway Hail miasma Reigning and raging and raining Leaving reality behind Everywhere There once was a colour In galaxies blinding Giving them a chance to foresee There once was a circle Behaving like insects in webs Possessed by will Not dead yet There once was a field In a desolate nation A field with space for millions to come There once was a funeral With a guidance to understand 4. Psychoccult Hymn He has slided a painstaking life Until he faced that death is about to stay In a pace unreachable for human fools In an ignorance that leads to destruction Fuddled and frightening he draws last pictures For remembrances to come and to go As he grasps for worms creeping on ashes The last supper, the last power of reasoning Disembowelment Obscene visions Streaming the mind of our central figure As shit runs down from stillborn knees As they stone him with all their force This is a hymn for the beast That lives in the hearts of its followers Staring on seas of gore Trampling on the bodies of the beloved He is standing breathless Helpless and worthless Transcending into nothingness Swallowing by the extravagant The stiffness interrupted by some last twitches Bygone for years it seems And for one moment someone asks himself If he would stand by and watch the scenery By those to come next 5. To The Ultimate Embers And Ash I am thee... liar I am thee... star (Through the) unnatural fundamental We are... Crowns... Charon leads us against the streams of salvation Sirius tongue like razorblades meeting the cold white flesh Alpha wolves blinding the omega and guzzling what remains White pathways Traces to follow Exile the stones from our legs Through the unnatural fundamental Here we are Cruelty and iron Risen from the scarlet Statues from the plinth Bases of triumph rewritten Onward mega therion Struggling and messing Pathways to follow Obscure splendours to find Through the unnatural fundamental Here we are Through the quicksand of conspiracy we are sunken Left seraph behind us and consumed the world with fire tongues Where a new age collapses with the monuments of hell We are, we are and will forever Stay here A shadow in the ruins of Armageddon Fragments of a world which seemed so strong Granting and raising the tone To rape the seven, to worship the six Granting and hailing the omen When needles are sticking the eyes 6. Kaosthrone Destroy Create Hell becomes passion Pazuzus teeth in wounds so deep Our trapezohedron To be shared with the occult Metal Demonic might of Venus Visualized kaosstar Candles in the shape of a phallus New dawn of the black order For those who disturbed the spirit The embodiment of kaos Spiritual codes exchanged Incantation kaosthrone 7. Evolution Valour Admission Evolution valour admission Conjuration of the next confession Profound and deep but spiked with pain Like a slot burned out on silent ground Let her remember the logic of life Let her share the fire I want to die in hunger Getting thinner and thinner Until there's nothing left of me Life Con(in)fluences Satan master Salvation Evolution valour admission Profound and deep but spiked with pain 8. Epoch Outrageous outputs of enslavement Nimbuses of nihilism Like larvaes in the Uruku web Entering the seven spheres of nonpareils Who could ever fill this hole? The first and the last breath lost to this world Smiling for the drawings of tomorrow For the air that fills the sky with stench We face an unknown future With the permission to leave life deserved 9. Carved In Stigmata Wounds These are the spiritual forms of coma We have entered a new definition of tradition With wounds that cannot be cut Any deeper any wider Idiosyncraticunhumaninstinctsofman Turning strength to a wreck of weakness With fire and steel burned onto their foreheads Brandings which mark a new act of behaviour As we feed angels with pitch and tar Centres of inhumanity The foundationwalls of Utopia A kingdom of splendid might A stronghold of inviolables 10. Dust [Instrumental]