The Equinox Ov The Gods
			        Nemesis

1. Nemesis

Where the seed of gods where left to grow to reach beyond the stars
Foul minds of deception have defiled the soil and scarred
The golden trees of free ideas and the spirits that hid therein
And upon this stage of counterfeit let my drama now begin...

With axe in hand
I clear a path
Through the sterile fields
Of conformity
So violently
Forced upon me
Now you'll see
The madness
That burn in my eyes
The rage
That without disguise
Grind and crush
Your canvas clones
Your defence is gone
Oh worthless clown

Let my curse now be fulfilled
Come Angels of murder - Kill!

I see your pale corpse lie
In shadows carved
In putrid flesh
The words you stole
A bitter fall
You faced the end
Bled white as snow
I saw your work of art
Hatched by the germs
And the mindless worms
Crawling through
Your cranial cavities
I'll set them free!

Unleashed they'll feast
Upon your suffocated fantasies
How grim is not the fate
That awaits
The one who realize too late
The stillborn child
With toothless jaws
That bites and gnaws
At the very core
Of the crumbling soul
The wrinkled heart
The hollowed soul

Now torn apart
The veil of precious arts
And 'fore my eyes
A pit of reeking lies
Where maggots feed
Guzzling with endless greed
To multiply
To flood the world outside

As visions die
Defiled and sacrificed
A swarm of flies
Toward the heaven rise
To cloud the sky
To obscure the light divine
A viral tide
And now I realise...

The blessing of the disease!

Nemesis - Your sword is mine!
Another one will die!
Another one will die!

In the shallow gallery
On display for all to see
A legion of flies
Crucified
Archangels of apathy

For the plague and disease
That they spread when unleashed
For the death that they brought
To the whores that adored
The lie and the sacred art
Now defiled
Hail to the flies!
All hail to the flies!

Nemesis - Your sword is mine!
Another one will die!
Another one will die!


2. Finis Malorum

I am the curse
To be fulfilled
I am the angel of murder
I have come for the kill

I am fire!
I am disease!
I am Nemesis!

What will you do when I am coming for you?
What will you do?
What will you do?
Will you try to escape me when you realise?
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?

I'll burn down the trees
All rotten and dead
To be able to see
The forest ahead
My method is madness
No more and no less
Than annihilation
With no greater finesse
I slaughter perspectives
The filthy collectives
Are subjects to actions
Abstract and corrective
This is a happening
Naive and surreal
A murderous concept
Of brimstone and steel

Our hearts are infested
With maggots and flies
Our souls have been sold
To the lord of reprise...

Nothing is sacred
What lie within reach
We plague and present
As our next masterpiece...

[Enter Nemesis]

A ballroom chainsaw
Massacre waltz
With the accent on the first
Beat of three I assault

I'll make you a painting
Avant-garde? So Cliché!
The blood splattered canvas
I'll put on display

For all to see
In my sick gallery
A demented expose
Of art decomposed
Novelty...

Left there to die
On the walls crucified
Feeding the flies
Another strained smile...
Now good bye...

Finis coronat opus
Finis malorum