1.Total Desaster
Lyricist：Thomas Sandmann, Marcel Schirmer, Michael Sifringer
I was born in a dark winter night
Thunder and lightning greeted me
Now it's time to begin to fight
Kingdom of heaven, I can't see
My home is the bloody Hell
The place where Satan rules
The world is now like a big shell
The fire of hell will destruct you fools
I can never trust the virgin preacher
I don't believe in Jesus Christ
It's all right 'cause Satan is my teacher
Hidden them when we arise
I command and you get down on your knees
We sacrifice infancy on Satan's order
Come taste blood, our living grease
Headless bodies found, one is your daughter
I can never trust the virgin preacher
I don't believe in Jesus Christ
It's all right 'cause Satan is my teacher
Hidden them when we arise
I was born in a dark winter night
Thunder and lightning greeted me
Now it's time to begin to fight
Kingdom of heaven, I can't see
I can never trust the virgin preacher
I don't believe in Jesus Christ
It's all right 'cause Satan is my teacher
Hidden them when we arise, right
2.Rapid Fire
Lyricist：Kenneth Downing, Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton
Pounding the world
Like a battering ram
Forging the furnace
For the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source
Soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction
That's second to none
Hammering anvils
Screaming muscle and might
Shattering blows
Crashing brow beating fight
Fast devastating
And desolating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth
Through each man of this earth
Wielding the axe
Comes the one culmination
That's always seemed certain
To bring down the curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad
It's the age for the rage
For the dogs which must fall
To the just and be free
Now grate for the vandals
Who trampled and sampled
Till this place's conditioned
Brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding
Corrosive subsiding
That withered and vained
Till the world seemed all drained fills the bay
Yeah
Pounding the world
Like a battering ram
Forging the furnace
For the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source
Soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction
That's second to none
Second to none
3.Lord Of Desert
Red dunes are my home
Far away from the black Earth
I have to wait for the barbarians
To come and worship me again
Nightly, I save you all from the serpent
Which stalks the world with no end
But you still kill me and castrate
Turning me into my victim
Yeah
Riding the storms of sand, so alien I am
You can't even give me the head
There would be no life and rebirth
Without my fratricide and fight with the bird
Yet you break my statues and spear them for a sign
Of ungodly banishment to the edge of the night
I am trampled by those whom I save
Despised down and up the river
Yeah, yeah
4.Frozen Paths
Lyricist：Pawel Frelik, Piotr Wiwczarek
I am soaring
Among the endless mountains
Grim winter, crystal sight
Place forgotten by the gods
Unknown for me
Towers, bridges, structures
Mirage conjured in rock
Mirage conjured in ice
The frozen ones
Dark shadow blights
Paths rambling to the sky
Everything laid in frost
Winds of loneliness and despair
Is all I heard here？
Abyss haunted by demons
Whirling picture
Of the old race
Bestial landscapes
Sound of imminent decay
Amorphous creatures
From time before time
The sun is glimmering
Frozen paths
Caves dwelled during chaos time
Dangerous screams and whispers
The signs of the upcoming fate
Yeah, the frozen ones
Yeah, the frozen ones but alive
5.Carnal (Live)
I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood
KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise
This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all
Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every torment
Transpierced hymens my lust adores
Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps I love to tread
An ideal point where Time is Space
Memory giant sores this journey must heal
Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here I come
Joyful and priapic my baby soul
A new-born one, ten million years old
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