Kataklysm Album

Here at Stonehenge I stand in front of my nightmare.
Preparing to travel in a dream.
Far into a subconscious mindscape.
The meditation begins today.
As the full moon passes away.
Not knowing what's to tell.
Concentration of my inner self.
As pure as a glass reflection.
I gain control of my matter and perception.
With my Grimoire.
Near the altar at Stonehenge.
Casting my conjuration.

Through mighty pronunciation.
As the first word of power echoes...
TIAMAT
The moon becomes eclipse.

The one eyed typhoon.
Absorbes the sky.
The winds amplify.
With the smell of
GORE
GORE... GORE...
BLOOD

The...
The yelling of the second word brings forth damnation...
Come... THOTH
I open wide my veins to unleash the putrid inside me.
Escaping reality from my body.

Everlasting lust of death.
Blood falls from the sky.
My staff held high.
Capting energy from reality.
Breaking the flow time.
Torment the spirit cry.
Lost into the agonizing storm.
Deathless carion.
Light field protecting.
From forthcoming damnless evil.
Focus my energy
Creating a cone of lightning.
A black hole, an opening.
Of a gate for my destiny.

Entering the world of ABSU
I'm about to die.
Vibrating,
Body collapsed with my soul.
Suffocating,
My spirit sucked in the hole.
Summoning,
Demons from the ancient past.
Binding,
Negative forces within.
Disintegrating,
Unhuman beings.
Deep in the hordes nest.

The battle of Damians.
In the eternal darkness.
Azure of dark guardians.
Attacked by entities.
Psyche power is fading.
Abuse be mental aggressivities.

Terror, inflicted pain. 0BTrapped in trance, as I burn.
Spiritual,
Without time and existence.
My lost hope,
No escape, as I suffer.
In my grave,
In darkness, I will raise.
From my fear, Infinity blind.
Forever tortured, mind.
FROZEN IN TIME... KUTU...

Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers,
Between time and space.
Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark
Forces increase.
Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping.
Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight
Ahead my course.
Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash
Into the exit.
Destroying them and gaining entrance.

Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, My power grows.
Of hate and desire, to destroy and receive, pain and pleasure Within.
The lost domain of GANZIR, an ethereal plane, the world beyond of Beyond.
Afterlife of Damians, war bound of demons.
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
MYSTICAL PLANE OF EVIL
The captor of inverse energy, the destructor of captive tortured Souls.
Protected by emissaries of alien creatures, unknown to human race.
The wishes of every souls here came through, the gift of

Annihilation, confrontation, elimination.
And reborn of new unlife demonic forces, instead of their freedom.
Damians....Damians...
In the great battlefield of death, some of LEVIATHAN minions use
Portals to travel back to earth.
To get more food....more souls.
Here, they are draining life with malevolent crystals which feed

And replaces the spirit 's energy with dark fumes, what did I wish For?
I fly through the exit of this hell, emerging from the astral Horror.

Reentering my body that was in my room, lying in a pool of blood.
I raise like a zombie from my bed, I am now an undead, a terrorizing
Terror of the living.
No, I want to live, revive.
I want to undo what I 've done!
Dead, dismal, rebel, warrior, sinister, hunger for life.
Unblessly taken to rotten crypts...

Marching corpse to rise, I must fulfill my new destiny, crawlwalking from my suicide.
As I penetrate the exit of my home, my mother had a nervous breakdown and fell into a coma.
Outside my domain, I discover, that my dreaming abilities were my undead powers.
Casting a spell of no return, at the forgotten Isle, where lies the forbidden shrine.
Out of my tornado field near the sacred shrine, I climb the steps of knowledge.
Each step inflicts me terrible pain, decomposition of my soul as my innard organs rot away.
Flesh falling part by part, dematerialization.
In front of the pedestal, I open the golden book and some of my fingers fall off.
A bright radiance illuminated from the book, this gleam dissolves my eyes.
The pus flows on my cheeks, at this moment a voice says...

"What are thine purpose?", as I answer one of my arms breaks into pieces.
"I am here... I want to repent myself, from my will of death"
"Art thou sure?"... YES!, then read aloud what is written.
I can't, my eyes... I must concentrate... I see the chant of life, the mantra to reborn

Ahm... Mu... Hum... Cah...
VERAMOCOR!
Ahm... Mu... Hum... Cah...

Now I can hear thousands of lamenting damians around the sacred shrine.
Waiting for my soul to fall, my body cracks in two.
I keep my faith 8Ctill the end of the beginning.
As my torso of vomiting worms dies.
My brain explodes... my body is thrown in...
I'm alive... free to REBORN!

The Orb Of Uncreation!...
For light years, the sphere of beauty travels the lives, in it=B9s =
void drained behind for unknown spaces the sphere.
I=B9m coming to fulfill your needs, I=B9m here to satisfy your feelings.
EARTHLINGS
And here to take what is rightfully mine.
YOUR SOUL
For your war that soils the earth.
YOU=B9LL PERISH
Where does it come from?, maybe from the calling...of the =
living?...The orb...
>From deep beauty, the sphere strives in vain, lightens it=B9s vast =
creation...
>From splendid energy, the sphere walks in grace, glows it=B9s new =
destination.
TO UNCREATE!