CEREMONY OF OPPOSITES


1. Black Trip (3:19)  

2. Celebration of the Fourth (2:53)

3. Son of Earth (3:58)

4. 'Till We Meet Again (4:11)

5. Mask of the Red Death (3:04)

6. Baphomet's Throne (3:30)

7. Flagellation (3:41)

8. Crown (4:06)

9. To Our Martyrs (2:37)

10. Ceremony of Opposites (4:39)


1. BLACK TRIP

                    I�ve chosen the dark. I�ve chosen the night
                    I�ve lost hope of loving a day of life 
                    The shades of night belong to me 
                    I am at one with hell

                    Dead inside, I watch the time pass 
                    I await the coming of my day

                    My journeys are always within me 
                    There where is found the bottomless pit 
                    Where, there in I plunge. Always a little deeper 
                    There, in that other world where only unity is harmony

                    Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men 
                    Their color is absent. Light is black

                    Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows 
                    Have taught me to delight in horror 
                    Faces without eyes, and silent lips 
                    Float in the immensity of empty space 
                    A sweet melancholy fills my heart Life as a whole seems
                    absurd 
                    Silence is so pure, so profound that it intoxicates 
                    The emptiness, annihilates all 
                    And Nothingness takes it place

2. CELEBRATION OF THE FOURTH

                    Oh purificator fire, that burns in me 
                    Rekindle my courage, give me your force

                    Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death 
                    Storms, hurricanes, be at me side

                    By water, by air, by fire, by earth

                    Oh purificator water, essence of life 
                    Mirror of time, drown the lies

                    Earth, mother�s man 
                    Disemboweled by your sons 
                    From your blood of fire 
                    Will rise the chaos

                    By water, by air
                    By fire, by earth

3. SON OF EARTH

                    Hideous louse
                    The face deformed by horror
                    By the fear of life's duties 
                    By the anguish of the unknown

                    Born in blood and tears 
                    You'll bleed and cry when the day you die

                    Welcome to the world of the living 
                    Here's your supreme punishment 
                    Look at the wound of life 
                    That only death will be able to heal

                    Oh, bulged tummy women 
                    Oh, deformed body women 
                    From your filthy womb 
                    It's death to whom you give birth

                    Hideous louse 
                    The face deformed by horror 
                    By the fear of the nothingness of death 
                    By the anguish of the unknown

                    Welcome to the kingdom of the dead 
                    Here's your promised reward 
                    Looks on you to close again 
                    The great vagina of the earth

4. �TILL WE MEET AGAIN

                    To those whom I miss,
                    And to those would miss me

                    Life is short, but long in the living 
                    Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future 
                    Seeking an outlet, a path, in vain

                    There where that tunnel so familiar 
                    And that wall banishing the light 
                    Stifling forever the hope of a better day

                    Curs�d be she who gave me birth 
                    Prisoner of life, I await my deliverance 
                    I am weary of the struggle for chimeras 
                    Of sensing the weight of time, past and future

                    I began my descent as from that first day 
                    This night shall be mine, that of the great leap 
                    There will be a war, a key, a door

                    Faced with the dilemma of the cord 
                    Short are the paths which lead me to the tomb

                    Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet 
                    The phobia of the infinite is speedily replaced by darkness

                    This profound and absolute darkness 
                    Which I have dreamed of for so long

5. MASK OF THE RED DEATH

                    Sickness born with life 
                    She is a careful and patient shadow 
                    Man�s faithful enemy 
                    Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized

                    Behind a different mask 
                    I know it�s always the same face, 
                    Always the same eyes greedy for agony 
                    Always the same compassionate ears 
                    Listening to our moans, 
                    To our Heartbeats

                    Passive and disinterested 
                    Like an infidel wife 
                    This cold and wet mouth 
                    Will give us the very last kiss

                    Death is red, 
                    For those who experience her torments

                    Bound to death like a daughter to her mother 
                    She gives her mass graves overflowing 
                    Of sketched life, of projects and hopes

                    What�s good to see her so active

                    Abandoned, in the arms of another plague 
                    Humanity slowly disappears 
                    Someone prays, some others cry

                    What�s good to see her so active

6. BAPHOMET�S THRONE

                    Each blasphemy is another stone to the edifice of your glory
                    I want to be the rock on which you�ll build your church

                    Am I the son you�ve been waiting for? 
                    Am I the chosen one? 
                    To be your messiah on earth 
                    And to sit at your left in hell 
                    I�ve always ignored the doubt 
                    Answers are in the questions

                    Show me the way to the Baphomet�s throne

                    Guide my hand, light my path 
                    My mouth will speak with your words 
                    I�ll make statements with your orders 
                    I�ll be the supreme insult 
                    Which will forevermore soil the image of God 
                    I�ll be your revenge, I�ll be your victory 
                    Guide my hand, light my path

                    Show me the way, to reach one day the Baphomet�s throne

7. FLAGELLATION

                    Pleasure in pain 
                    Desire of Mortification 
                    To achieve the extreme 
                    To know the ultimate

                    To be a slave for a moment 
                    The body offered up to cruelty 
                    To the lash which whips on the skin 
                    Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back

                    To feel the blood, thick and warm 
                    Flow over my wounds

                    Flagellation

                    To thrust aside the limits 
                    To say "Yes" to death 
                    Without fear, without remorse 
                    To give up oneself to torture

                    Punishment and reward 
                    The whip is ambiguous 
                    It distills vice 
                    In a perverse refinement

                    To be a slave for a moment 
                    The body offered up to cruelty 
                    To the lash which whips on the skin 
                    Which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back

8. CROWN

                    If eyes are the mirror of the soul 
                    You will find in mine the scorn and apathy 
                    You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book 
                    You will see yourself as I see you

                    It is a mirror somber and opaque 
                    Which protects me, which stifles me 
                    A great ditch around the heart 
                    Which rejects, which estranges me

                    There is a world in my head dead world where nothing
                    lives 
                    And it is there I am, too far 
                    Far too far, to be rejoined

                    A crown of thorns is still a crown

                    I am a king in a kingdom of suffering 
                    I have taken my time to reach this stage 
                    I have taken pains to torture myself 
                    To descend, to descend 
                    Into pain, I exist
                    And if my brain is numbed 
                    The thorn in my flesh 
                    Can overcome apathy

                    There is a glory in humiliation 
                    A throne to be taken, a crown to win

                    I have no more tears 
                    And my smile has lost its brilliance 
                    I have forgotten who I was 
                    I have killed my emotions 
                    Crushed, empty, weary 
                    Always standing, I am a tree 
                    Awaiting the lightning

9. TO OUR MARTYRS

                    Reign of fear, of war 
                    Of silence, of resignation 
                    Trawling the wrong path 
                    Led like cattle

                    Never try to understand, accept, obey 
                    Follow followers 
                    And forget who you are

                    What's a lifestyle, to live for others 
                    To share all with everybody 
                    To answer love to hate

                    Never try to understand, accept, obey 
                    Follow followers 
                    And forget who you are

                    Take each single insult and injury 
                    As a present, as a spiritual gold 
                    To buy your place in heaven

                    I spit at your God's face 
                    I piss on the cross 
                    I vomit on the holy bible 
                    I shit on the blessed whore and her bastard son 
                    I desecrate, crush and destroy 
                    All which is sacred, all which is blessed I
                    've found the one who lives in me

                    Brothers and sisters 
                    Time for change is coming 
                    Bells for revenge strike the end of times 
                    By faith, by force 
                    We'll walk toward the light 
                    And forever be our own god

10. CEREMONY OF OPPOSITES

                    The top becomes the bottom 
                    The fantasy becomes reality 
                    The conceptions change 
                    The landmarks dissolve

                    And all becomes intermingled

                    To flirt with the despicable 
                    In a trance without end 
                    Where the ice burns 
                    Like glowing embers 
                    And where one shatters 
                    By fits and starts of sperm 
                    The morale of men

                    Serve another god 
                    Lose another dream

                    Sentiments imprison and leave 
                    Their victims without defense 
                    Love is a poison which 
                    Flourishes in the heart of the weak

                    From the lower world we direct 
                    The attraction of the distasteful 
                    Makes us ignore the vile 
                    Since only from below 
                    Can one better see the heights



Xandarionaldos