Flesh Is Fragile

[Lyrics: Kenny, Lead: Kjellgren]

In the garden where virtue stands tall
Pluck the flowers made of flesh and stone
All statues are risen and damned to fall
It is a world of skin, made of bones
All the flesh is fragile
We're all signed with scars
All the flesh is fragile
Forever shining stars
When golden blood is flooding cold
Liquid bodies are forcing us to sin
Deep down the burning soul
The raining nails are carving in the skin
Carriers of scars - The world is our sin
Beholders of flesh - Hollow within
When red is black and ablaze is horns
Diseases are marked on every page
Hollow bodies dejected with scorn
The last breath of the final age
In the absence of abstract reality
See the sun of the white iris blind
Burning blood in crucifixion ecstasy
It is a world of skin, the noose of life

 Wretched Cut

[Lyrics: TB / Schulman, Lead: Ahlberg]

Listen to this story of my dark frustrations
Light up the candles in silent recollection
I am free - I can see - I will lead - Blood I need
Wretched cut - Show me your lust
Wretched cut - Turn you to dust
Revealed black demons standing on their knees
Now I soon escape through a cosmic breeze
My plan is now constructed, blueprints for war
Sinners follow me, not alone anymore
I start a new journey of pain and hatred
I smell my own soul, the bitter taste of death
Violence and horror is what you all feel
Come to me sinners, come forward and kneel
Now we take the path to far away beyond
The world is on fire, brighter and higher
Let us all be gathered like sinners in a wind
Rape and ruin this earth, we will forever win

Deconstruction Macabre

[Lyrics: Schulman, Lead: Ahlberg]

Terror arise from the vaults of hate and lies
Up from the pitch black deep
Awaken from an abyssmal sleep
Under the blade of greed
A collector of souls rise free
Lurking around in misery
Too late to beg for forgivness
The flesh has turned to dirt
Glorious, inferior - always a lie
The evil vicious kind
Hollow thoughts - hollow mind
Hollow is your body the day you die
Deconstruction - Deconstruction macabre
Just a step from dying
Seven seconds from the end
Innocense is laying
Forever nowhere to be send
Blazing fast forward
Forward with the speed of light
Too late to stop nor regret
The russian roulette has been set
Turn the page in the book of destiny
The same old tune goes on and on
Back and forth today turns to yesterday
All life ends in a relentless way