Hades Almighty The Pulse of Decay 1. 216 / Cataclysmic 2. Submission Equals Suicide When the hunger Slit your mind apart And you hind yourself Strangled by the crown of thorns You crave.your soul is bleeding You throttle in a lake Of lunacy and decay You grasp for your fear Cadged by mediocrasy The morals of the "high lords" is for the damned Is for the DAMNED!! Go for the chaos Go for the kill Bow for the bloodlust "Do what thou wilt" Love your addiction To this drug, that I call life Play the games of desire Thrust and twist the knife So push it harder Drive it faster Realise that you're the master Beneath the cross you fools can hide Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide. Go for the chaos Go for the kill Bow for the bloodlust "Do what thou wilt" Go for the chaos Go for the kill Bow for the bloodlust "Do what thou wilt" Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide Submission equals suicide. 3. The Pulse Of Decay So cold an embrace From the dead, Yet so familiar arms That used to belong That used to belong to a queen So cold a kiss. So cold a kiss from the lips. Once the lips of a Goddess A feather-like touch. And a tear of a prince. Crimson and black. A promise. And a venomous CURSE!! A tear that shall turn to ice A heart that shall turn to stone Blood that no longer runs And all signs of joie shall burn And whirlwinds of hatred Shall lift the ashes of joy It shall be spread to the east Spread to the west Spread to the north And spread to the south Of this dead heart pulse The pulse of decay AAAHHH!! From rulership and dignity To serpent poison dread The pulse of decay And the wrath of the transformation All the grace and beauty of the past. was raped And left for dead The pulse of decay The pulse of a fallen dynasty The pulse. the pulse The pulse. Of DECAY!! 4. The Antichrist Inside I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain I am the joker in the most evil of all games I host the circus of the plague SO!! Cut me with glass And poison my scars Doubtless profane So gracious insane I am the infinite that haunts the black spots of your soul You know. you love to hate me And the saviour's quest has always been to have me enslaved So show me your fantasies All the highs you wish. All the highs you wish would last forever. FOREVER!! I twist your nature Your eyes wide open, thou resistance is in vain Embrace the pleasure! You may believe in God. But I am your carnal, and your mental, and your soul sort cause of PAIN!! Cut me with glass Poison my scars Doubtless profane So gracious insane YEHH Cut me with glass Yes I know you will Poison my scars This beauty is Doubtless profane It's black and it's. Gracious insane The horror inside Cause I am always Forever the infinite. Curse and damnation Delightful and. BLESSED!! 5. Vendetta Assassination Do you sense the daemon that watches you While you sleep in your bed Do you feel the claw of my mental embrace Ohh suffer my daemonwrath The intense touch A touch of evil Come dance with me In this complex maze That we've made in mutual passion Blinded by hate and blinded by fear But I do hold the Ace. I shall rip you apart! I shall rip you apart Vendetta assassination Your torture My cure Ohh I close my eyes And I picture your face Grinded in a barrel of broken glass I close my eyes And yo are crucified And your stigmatic wounds Are "gently" inflicted by me. And you bleed! Torture Assassination The end of an era Let us "dance". Let us finish the game Vendetta assassination Slow but sure. Slow but sure. Slow but sure!! 6. Apocalypse Private Apocalypse No more tears Apocalypse Are you afraid Devils dance their psychotic waltz By the sound of your pumping heart Your daemons rape your angels Your apocalypse can start Like poison through your veins You are starving You're heaving for your breath Satisfy your need Oohh face the hollow eyes of death Private apocalypse Tranquillised and numb Thorns are growing Through your soul A deathlike silence Just before the storm All things angelic Left for hate Apocalypse. Your undeniable fate Devils dance their psychotic waltz Your heart is pumping faster Private apocalypse Face the seven sins The devils always win Private apocalypse No more tears to cry Apocalypse Are you afraid to die 7. Razor Only the crows Fly at night Viewing the desolation Only the crows Cry at night. And the victims of my desecration My time is at night When I hear the crows cry And you are so afraid my sweet Cause you know you shall die I caress your skin OHH. it's my high A thin-lined pattern Red on white My art. my passion and the crows at night You twist and tangle From my cold steel touch. From a RAZOR!! Only the crows. Fly at night