Where the seed of gods where left to grow to reach beyond the stars Foul minds of deception have defiled the soil and scarred The golden trees of free ideas and the spirits that hid therein And upon this stage of counterfeit let my drama now begin...
With axe in hand I clear a path Through the sterile fields Of conformity So violently Forced upon me Now you'll see The madness That burn in my eyes The rage That without disguise Grind and crush Your canvas clones Your defence is gone Oh worthless clown
Let my curse now be fulfilled Come Angels of murder - Kill!
I see your pale corpse lie In shadows carved In putrid flesh The words you stole A bitter fall You faced the end Bled white as snow I saw your work of art Hatched by the germs And the mindless worms Crawling through Your cranial cavities I'll set them free!
Unleashed they'll feast Upon your suffocated fantasies How grim is not the fate That awaits The one who realize too late The stillborn child With toothless jaws That bites and gnaws At the very core Of the crumbling soul The wrinkled heart The hollowed soul
Now torn apart The veil of precious arts And 'fore my eyes A pit of reeking lies Where maggots feed Guzzling with endless greed To multiply To flood the world outside
As visions die Defiled and sacrificed A swarm of flies Toward the heaven rise To cloud the sky To obscure the light divine A viral tide And now I realise...
The blessing of the disease!
Nemesis - Your sword is mine! Another one will die! Another one will die!
In the shallow gallery On display for all to see A legion of flies Crucified Archangels of apathy
For the plague and disease That they spread when unleashed For the death that they brought To the whores that adored The lie and the sacred art Now defiled Hail to the flies! All hail to the flies!
Nemesis - Your sword is mine! Another one will die! Another one will die!