A sparkling array She glides Tainted by the affliction Seduced deeply into myself Faceless, emerging Black confetti
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek] Every now and then we all visit a world of hurt - the only real difference is how long we have to and
[Lyrics: Harry Maat; Music: Maurycy Stefanowicz] Can you see me... at the horizon Amongst the Ruins I kneel See the gap in my chest, coloured deep red
[Lyrics: Pawel Frelik] The cities of the brain are vast No map charts to urge To find the nexus of it all The lines converge, my vision clears Now
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[VENOM cover] Black is the night, metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams, magic and dreams Satan records the first note. We chime the
[Not printed on original inlay; these lyrics are taken from "Future Of The Past" inlay] What is this that stands before me? Figure in black which points
["Black to the blind" is a quotation from "BOOK OF THE LAW" (LIBER AL vel] [LEGIS), written down by A. Crowley. Years later he commented it thus: "The
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyrics: Piotr Wiwczarek] Melted world Chaos exonerated - dominates Fire walks around... Blast Nuclear attack - total genocide
Black cities hidden in the dark Among the waters, beneath the seas Horrible thoughts destroy the minds Thru the endless nights You don't know what's
We - from the blood of the dead We're burning with fury and hate Bloody vengeance still growing in us Waiting for mighty lords who'll praise again Cry
An act of darkness is in us Holy times and sacred season sites Oh, black hole empty God Let them devour their own light An elevenfold cross eclipse
[Lyrics: Lukasz Szurminski] You are someone You would not like to be Wandering the way to illumination Sinking in bizarre rituals Whole life studying
Time to play - to cut off your head Time to die - my cruelty will make you dead Show your fear, don't escape into madness Your rotting gutted body Shall
[The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of] [misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley, he is now
A man chosen to trace down a god In the world between two houses The Cycle unwinds so slowly The middle worlds laid to waste The Things that cries in
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski] I tasted the fever of Your existence Seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away
