n the name of a pure light
Marching with a bright shade
Conquering the entire range

Rex grandis - adustrum - malum - ab erevum
Ac adcervio - malum - ab optimus

He who graces himself a joy
Fell the grief he may destroy
An unending glorious lie
Harm the power and defile


2. Thy Wings, Thy Horns, Thy Sin

Rise up the horns of sin

The caves of the cursed I have seen
Where mortals' souls covered with the temple of sin

The strength of demons I feel
Ceaseless passion to restrict
And wicked angels surround me
Burning me with their fiery wings

Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain

Oh God chase me
Oh God save me

Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking for golden fountain

Oh God chase me
Oh God save me

Who shall dare to join them in
To stain his soul with the aura of grey
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain
Who shall sink them to the bed
Painting the sea with the colour of red
And when the flame of wings remain
Seeking the golden fountain


3. Athanati Este (Αθανατοι εστε)

Μακαριοι εστε οι
τολμηροι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
αμαρτωλοι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
διαφορετικοι
Εουσου δοκει
Μακαριοι εστε οι
καταραμενοι
Μακαριοι εστε οι
κυνηγοι
Ενός ονειρου
πραγματικοι

Αθανατοι εστε οι
δυνατοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
ερμητικοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
τραγικοι
Εο σου δοκει
Αθανατοι εστε οι
ρομαλοι
Αθανατοι εστε οι
τολμηροι
Οδοιποροι των
αισθησεων
πραγματικοι

And when the bells of fate sound
Digging your soul deep into the ground
Setting your sense to the bound
Spreading your eminence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
You walk in pathless ways till the dawn
Screaming for salvation so loud
Spreading your indulgence all around

And when the bells of fate sound
Then you immortals stand up and shout
Then you blessed martyrs doubt
Here comes a new age's blow

Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age


4. Tyrannical

Space trap the time
Mind owes the world
The perfect twin for your spatial globe
I am your parallel existence
The fate / The wrong /
The extremely forbidden thought

Wander just beside my face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant's shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Stride on the other space
Live on another sense
Melt on a different earth
But still feel you / As I left you
Running deep back in past time
Tangle into spatial time
Limit up my mental sign
But still I search you / When I face
Travel in my desired expanse
Detect the omen that are said
But still I search you / Still I hope in you
Roaming in a distinct space
Walk upon my errant's shades
Laugh upon my wretched race
But still I search you / Still I hope in:

:you: my parallel life
Ages back but still besides
Trapped in a spoiled spatial hollow
Break me down with your shining bright smile

When I'll find you I can't forgive you
When I'll find you I can't excuse you
When I'll find you I will beg you
And my life back I will claim from you


5. You My Cross



6. Sanctimonius

[Instrumental]


7. Serve In Heaven

Feel your sense that burns

Serve in Heaven or rule in Hell
Serve your instincts or reveal the sense
Inhale the fear or spit the distress
Blind on tear or behold the revenge

See your soul that melts

Enlight your soul with fakes / Foggy hopes so gray
Believe your senseless pain / Rise up the lambent flame
Feed your ignored will / Being ingratiate
Name the soul's existence
As a son without birth

As a son without birth
As a flame without blaze
Name your soul's
Existence as a dead that is awake
As a leaf that dying drained
As a dream that fades away
Serve in Heaven
Or rule in Hell

Feel your sense that burns


8. Shades Of Evil

Και επλασεν τον
ανθρωπον, χουν από
της γης
Και ενεφυσησεν εις
το προσωπον αφτου
πνοην ζωης

Και επλασεν ο ότι εκ
της γης παντα τα
θηρια του αγρου,
Και επλασεν ότι εκ
της γης παντα τα
πετεινα του
ουρανου

God desires to be born
In the flame of human sense
Bursting and rising
Higher and higher

And what if there are no roots on earth
And what if the stoned residence
Is a ruined hotel
Where the flame of God cannot burn
And what if the human sense
Appears as a son without birth
On an unequal battle
Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh

God desires to reign
In the flame of human fear
Creating and burning
The fields of humans' fear

...prepare your soul for the eternal burn...
...and what if the human sense is a son without birth...


9. Doctrine

Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism
Electism / Fideism / Immortality of the rational soul

Free inquiry for the one that is the flame of life
Pure power to the spark that keeps the fire bright
Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason
Reasons for what had happened but have no reason

Idealism / Materialism / Skepticism / Pragmatism
Electism / Fideism / Independence of sense / Perception

Onus for the existent, inheritance of a different purpose
Release of a man's estate tranquility on that cosmos
Setting the minds on the bright prospects
Awe the emotions of a luminous project
Reveal of nature becomes apparent
God proves with his act the existence of madness
Offspring of evidence ambiguity of reason
Reasons for what had happened but have no reason

Lawless wings of doctrine
I revive and search
Lawless wings of doctrine
I imagine, break all chains
Lawless wings of doctrine
I squatter and I confess
Lawless wings of doctrine
I produce and I create


10. Sanctus Diavolos

Is this the holy thing to see?
Is this the land that sun shines
Above the Heaven?
Hear those children's desperate cries:
Oh - children do they cry?
Do they hear their fathers' sigh?
Is this the fertile place to be?
Is this the land that sprouts
Green reach gardens?
Hear those souls' flickering cries!
Do they beg?
Do they smile?
Do they frame the long line?
Here shines the sun of a lower God
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here burns the bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horde of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Well blossomed is his existence
So unwilling in their souls to see
So weak to face him from
The outcast angle of earth
So rapid do they flee
When bells of order are echoed
Nemesis for the anxious heavy spirit
Nemesis for a generation free

Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Here shines the sun of a lower God
The light of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here is born the light for the blind world
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The aura of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Will reign, will prevail,
Tranquillize the human race

Grantis spiritus Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Here burns thy bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Will reign ,will prevail and
Tranquillize the human race

Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Here burns the bright torch of soul
The flame of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Here reigns thy mighty crown of horns
The horns of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS
Against on what prophets wrote
The spirit of SANCTUS DIAVOLOS

Will reign, will prevail and
Tranquillize the human race

Grantis spiritus SANCTUS DIAVOLOS