[Instrumental]
				

"What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait?"
[―Charles Baudelaire]

In a world controlled by fire..
In a world controlled by fire,
Psychotic preachers thrive.

They use the waves to bind us,
They use the screens to blind us.
I joined headless forces
They told us what to do.
We worked, we fought, we bled.

A cogwheel in the system,
A ghost in the machine.
In my private thoughts,
Only pain felt real.

Cry!
I am crying, in the portrait
Of a headless man.
Laugh!
I am laughing, in the portrait
Of a headless man

I am a man with strong regrets.
I followed great deceivers
Believed in headless leaders.
They played their game, true sons of Cain
But I was a hopeless dreamer,
With my head deep in the clouds.

More joined the fiery leaders,
And blood was shed in rivers.
Those without a mind had to pick our side,
With the use of fearsome methods.
One more empty frame ready for display,
On a gallery of headless portraits.

Cry!
I am crying, in the portrait
Of a headless man.
Laugh!
I am laughing, in the portrait
Of a headless man
				

"In memoriam of Hypatia, a great mathematician, philosopher and astronomer, murdered at 415 A.D. by order of Cyril the Bishop of Alexandria.
Cyril later was declared a saint by the church…"

Your books, your friends, your life is in mortal danger.
The things are tense and knowledge is offense.
In this nation vast deception reigns.
Church and politics threaten your survival.

A strife has grown between faith and wisdom.
You chose to stand for the exalted ego.
Your creation, a creation maimed.
Blame the vultures and their vile way.

The mob: "Run Devil's seed! You will face the wrath of God.
Run Devil's seed! You will face the wrath of God
Run Devil's seed!"

You will face the wrath of God.
The highest price you'll pay.
You will face the wrath of God.
The highest price you'll pay.

Martyr
Unyielding force of thought and spirit.
Martyr
Unyielding force of thought and spirit

Your essence remained.
Your work, your life, your books.

Unyielding force of thought and spirit, shine!
				

Working, breeding
A hidden code inside
Tireless, effective
Integral part of the hive

We must control the masses
We have to rule their fears
We are the Will Divine
The Will Divine

Brainwaves, feelings
On programs we design
Clockwork empire
You are the prototype
Lunatic demigod
A faulty code inside
Lunatic demigod
The Prototype

From an artificial cell...
From an artificial human cell

Once you were sentient beings
Once you dared to live with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Brainwaves, feelings
On programs we design
Clockwork empire
You are the prototype
Lunatic demigod
A faulty code inside
Lunatic demigod
The Prototype

From an artificial cell...
From an artificial human cell

Once you were sentient beings
Once you dared to live with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Once you were sentient beings with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Idols, archetypes, icons and scarecrows
				

Δ: (Again... Again you try to find me.
You seek the one not willing to be found.)
Pyramid God
Δ: (Unlike the places you have been,
I am not confined by lines.)

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the dreamer of this realm
(GOD) But not the dream inside)
Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the head outside the dream
(GOD) I am the headless mind!)

Δ: (Are you... Are you a breath of mine?
You cross my gates, the gates of Space and Time.)

"Pyramid God, am I the user of the gates?
I live a triangle life"

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the dreamer of this realm
(GOD) But not the dream inside.)

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the head outside the dream
(GOD) I am the headless mind!)

Δ: (Built me a monument, Nem Age conspirators.
Expand my theories to a world without end.)
The Pyramid God is watching...
Δ: (Built me a monument, Nem Age conspirators.
Expand my theories to a world without end.)
				

"Every Superstate has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and the truth is a menace."
[—Rod Serling]

The silent borderland
Where words become undone
Brainwave, treachery
A different truth to see
To keep a secret
Misinformation is the key
Twenty first century
New ways of slavery
So many prying eyes
Communication spies
Ghosts are fighting for the cause
With poisoned words
Half truths, false proofs
The trap is set to snare the wolf
The enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Mental surgery
Social lobotomy
Confusion, delusion
We all connect and share
The perfect way for lies to spread
Fight the enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth
				

Alien faces
Watching me
Wearing wings
They come to drink

The ancient chalice
Raised so high
In a toast to those who fly

Fallen angels burn the night
Touch me with your hungry eyes

Send your thoughts between the realms
Sharing your eternal dreams

Communion

Some have seen your trembling lights
Dancing in the cloudy night
You appear as strange machines
Changing form, to fit the scene

Demons, angels, poltergeists
Laughing as they play with minds
Altering the face of truth
So that seems as lie to fools

Communion

There are things that can't be seen
They are the things that lurk within
If you seal the mystic bond
You will never be alone...

"I wear your horns with shameless pride
As a nailed crown
Upon the severed head of a king."

Watching...

Communion
Slay the false king
And claim the throne
				

Ride to the land of secrets.
Find all the traces left behind...
With sword in hand the Covenant
A cross baptised in blood... the nectar of the Gods.
Might!
Making wrong to seem right.
Destroy all the traces left behind.
With sword in hand the Covenant
A cross baptised in blood.

The Vampire from Nazareth.

"For blood, is Life"

The Vampire from Nazareth.

The Templars march.
Waves of arms.
"We offer the Sun!"
The wolf is wearing the pelt of the lamb.

"We offer the Sun,
with thorns his crown.
We offer a son"

Ravens on the top... as angels fly.

"We offer the Sun,
with thorns his crown.
We offer a son

"We offer the Sun"
				

The value of suffering
The hooks sting, removing skin

The punishment of self
A task we learn to do so well
Pleasure leads to hell!

We are the Flagellants
Your faithful servants
Persecutors and martyrs
Victims of faith

"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
"Salve Kyrie"
Sinners or Saints?
It's Dogma...

"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
It's Dogma
"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
It's Dogma
"Salve"
Sinners or Saints?
Dogma...
				

The cold comes
The rats in the walls break
The deadly sound of silence
As time decays
You try to name the unnamable
A whispererer in darkness

Our hound smells you
The haunter of the dark
Will come to take you to our realm
Your life, your books
March in front your closing eyes
Beyond the walls of sleep

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Obsessed with Necronomicon
The Arab's wicked dream
You found a path to Azathoth
And walked the Dagon's realm

Your friends were haunted too
Do you remember Charles?
Or haven't you heard
The music of Erich Zann
The call of Cthulhu we disguised
With notes and raving rhythms
To spread the seed of lurking fear
Into the heart of man

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Your time is out you saw too much
You used the silver key
You know too well that minds like yours
Can never rest in peace

You stared at the abyss
You'll never rest in peace

You'll never rest in peace
				

[Divina Commedia/Inferno/Canto III:]

"Per mi si va ne la citta dolente,
Per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
Per me si va tra la perduta gente."
Threatening and cold
A poem for the underworld
Where shadows walk
Beyond redemption

Dante's Inferno
Dante's Inferno

Minos wraps his serpent
Tail around himself
To mark a sinner's level
His prison cell.
The famous poet Dante
Is passing through the gates
The only living being
In this accursed place.

Threatening and cold
A poem for the underworld
Where shadows walk
Beyond redemption

Dante's Inferno
Dante's Inferno

The greedy pay the price,
Their wealth is cursed
The wrathful fight each other,
Covered with slimy mud
The flames are burning heretics,
And for the violent ones,
Red blood is boiling.
As thieves will turn to vipers
And vipers will turn to thieves

Ninth, the lower plain.
Who could ever guess?
It is a frozen lake!
An angel in his past, a fallen one,
Right on the spot he crashed,
For aeons is lying down...
				

Flutes and pipes / Play a drunken rhyme
Entertaining / The soldiers in the palace

Naked bodies / Female slaves from Asia
Dance with promise / For a night of pleasure

Mouths smell wine / The feast is going wild
Victorious and glorious / The men exalt their king
As in a fevered dream / Thais is entering
And she provokes him / To do a special deed

"You have conquered / The capital of orient
Display your power / And make your enemies weep
Destroy their pride / The jewel of the desert
As they once destroyed / Our temples for their king"

"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"

Persepolis / Now a pile of dust
A blackened carcass / A land of ash

Persepolis / You lost your crown
Persepolis / Burned to the ground

Consumed by hate / Ablaze by pride
Persepolis / Naked as the sand

Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground

"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"

ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΓΚΑΛΙΑΣΑΝ ΤΟΥ ΞΥΛΙΝΟΥΣ ΤΟΙΧΟΥΣ
ΣΑΝ ΠΕΙΝΑΣΜΕΝΑ ΦΙΔΙΑ
ΚΑΤΑΒΡΟΧΘΙΖΟΘΝΤΑΣ ΣΤΟ ΠΕΡΑΣΜΑ ΤΟΥΣ
ΧΕΙΡΟΓΡΑΦΑ ΚΑΙ ΥΠΟΛΕΙΜΜΑΤΑ ΤΩΝ ΠΑΛΑΙΩΝ ΧΡΟΝΩΝ
Η ΠΕΡΣΕΠΟΛΗ ΚΛΑΙΕΙ ΕΝΩ ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΠΟΜΑΚΡΥΝΟΥΝ ΤΙΣ ΣΑΡΚΕΣ ΤΗΣ
				

Creators...
Evoke your tragedy.
Betrayers!
You can't deny your lust for destruction.
Predators...
Dance once more waltz with the flesh of your prey.
Your sharpened teeth will sink in a passionate kiss...
There's no hope for redemption.
In every funeral, I have been
Your cemeteries so secrene, with gothic dark cathedrals.

I am the Destroyer of Life, I hear you chanting for me.

A Great Mass... of Death
A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence
It's the quiet of absence.

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence
A concerto of sadness.

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass...

Run!

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence

I am the Destroyer of Life,
I hear you chanting for me...
				

Come
Approach
My trusty jackal's nose
Don't try to lie
Cause I can smell your hide

Leave your body
Leave this body now
Your face can stay
Upon this golden mask you made

The brave in heart
Can claim eternal life
My scales of truth
Will need sufficient proof

Their balance depends
On how your soul weights
To walk with Gods
The jaws of chaos you must pass

Anubis
My soul is so light
And as this feather I can fly

Anubis
Don't let me wither and die

I am proud for what I am
The guardian of the dead
Appointed by the gods
To be their final judge

Anubis
Don't let me wither and die
				

"Life begins and ends with a breath.
The art of sound is an art in darkness, unseen, yet real as the wind."

Blessed be the night, the architect of all creation.
Her wings are wide and strong and black.
She is bleeding light. Stars form a congregation
She is the force, our soul and fire.

Blind lead the blind.
Another day
The sun is lost.
Nocturnal cities
Secrets lie buried in the sand.

To craft the dark art we used our soul.
Emotions bleed, but we stay strong.

Disciples of the Dark Art.

To craft the dark art, we used our soul.
Emotions bleed, but we stay strong
Darkness binds the world!

Save me!
Another day
The sun is lost
Save me, strong wind.
Strong and bitter and cold and old