Gromm Pilgrimage Amidst the Catacombs of Negativism 1. Necroscope Rumbling with petrified bones Fragments are revolving Fragments of the dead flow slowly In Death’s kaleidoscope Step in a void Falling gives wings of fire Flying through the tunnel of shades Watching panorama of dieing Necroscope Necroscope Necroscope Visions of the fragments Fragments of dead god Merging in sinister sights Remains slowly flow Metamorphosis of life At the Death’s arena Necroscope Necroscope Necroscope Visions of the fragments Fragments of dead god Once great power Now just a dust Once great pyre Now ashes just Debris of heavens garden Limbo of Demiurge Blessed by Danse Macabre Cold white silence whispering a dirge 2. Crown of Rust Drowning in deathshead Raising from murk Heralds of nihilism Blazons of necrocosm Goblet of poison Into cauldron of life Paradise’s ruins Are running wild Terror, terror Fading eyes Are seeing lights Of sulphur stars Crown of Rust Stigma burns Crown of Rust Throne of Thorns Gazing astonished At splendor of rust Drink vappa Crawl in dust Regalia of shackles Existence’s catacombs Via Dolorosa From a womb to a tomb Terror, terror Fading eyes Are seeing lights Of sulphur stars Crown of Rust Stigma burns Crown of Rust Throne of Thorns 3. Cold Thorns Replete of heretical venom Thorns are growing Bursting through the souls Impaling the world Poisonous tips are scratching The paunch of heavens Lacerate by million claws The holy vellum Celestial flash of fake kingdom Is covered with saprogenic wounds New metastasises inside of Jehovah Pestilent ichor floods The thorns are growing The thorns are growing Cold thorns… Cold thorns In the pulsing radiance of Darkness Amidst the hoar Rise the grotesque silhouettes Of pale phantoms The saturnine sculptures carven of Petrified shadows The fulgent thorns inject into the veins The Black mercury of intolerance Ophidian spinous stalks Upraise into abyss Spearing the sacral abscess’ cassock The Tree of Blasphemy Cold thorns… cold thorns Sacrilege! 4. Nihilism Arsenal We don’t want to know The names of your gods We don’t want to know Your retard ideas Mocking at your life Despising your ideas Extinguishing the light And breaking all seals Bite the dirt, wallow in slab Slash your veins and try to rehab We need not your dreams Of past and future We need not prolixity Of your shallow slogans Chop with rusty axe Your essense’s gnarled tree Vandalize, befoul The existence of thee Nihilism Arsenal Nihilism Arsenal Spikewise Nihilism Spikewise Nihilism 5. The Pest of Black Metal In the void of Chaos Shapeless fire burns In the rabid vortex Voice of Darkness drones Ominous hymns Seeds of black Spread the disease Heavens will wrack The Pest of Black Metal The Pest of Black Metal Unholy march Spiritual plague Drives in a soul Blasphemous nails Abuse and refuse Walk the dark path Blessed by sin Black Metal mass The Pest of Black Metal The Pest of Black Metal