Текст песни: The Headless Ritual + перевод

You’ll be slaughtered by the beast

Deep inside the shadows lies the cellar

Where the beast emerges

Filth of legend pale and foul

You’ll satisfy it’s hellish urges

You’ll be slaughtered by the beast

Years long ago when the creature arrived

The slaughter was brutal, just one left alive

A new breed of victims moved into this hell

Murders of innocents quickly befell

Again there was one left alive like before

She soon was turned into the beast’s willing whore

A slave to it’s hideous mutated sex

She’d kill for this unholy cannibal wretch

Bearing it’s voracious young

This nightmarish spawning begun

Tales of torture and screams

Bring unknowing blood offerings

See the midnight tour

Depicting scenes of carnage from the past

The myths are real, you’re next to die

Your first visit will be your last

You’ll be slaughtered by the beast

The ancient civilizations

In their temples filled with dread

Were linked together with their gods

By rivers flowing red

Prosperity and power

Gained from bodies without heads

In sacrifice the balance lies

The chosen stricken down

The gods' insatiable lust for death

Had limits never found

Harmony can only exist

With corpses on the ground

Humans squander greatness

The ways of wisdom gone

A cancerous shadow looming

I must bring back the dawn

Selected for this, I am

This world screams inside

The lambs await my coming

I see inside their minds

One by one the open minds

Are standing by my side

Taken from the hand of darkness

For sanity they’ve cried

Cast aside your past life

You have joined the enlightened pride

The ancient blood will spill again

Our numbers only grow

Our temples raised, our hearts are pure

The power in us flows

I’ll lead my people to the sun

The time has come to go

The vultures will feed and I will look down

On the mangled far below

Bone pale, dead moon

Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave

She walks amongst the carven stones

Seeing black, I found the morbid way

I heard her call

Her funeral moans

I was transfixed

She took my soul

Dread night, crypt trip

Following the shadows in my mind

Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze

Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face

Death entwined with beauty

She drained my bleeding soul

I saw the casket open

She is a funeral

Grey mist, death kiss

In the ground six feet of darkness sighed

Drifting down, I heard her laugh

As the maggots squirmed between her thighs

On the other side of the shattered mirror

My world is dark

From the corner of my blood red eye

Repulsive shadows breed

Grave mist swirls and black clouds harbor daggers

In this hallucinatory wasteland

I hear them crawl

Spawned from the pits of a sickening world

Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers

Breath of the stench of the blackest soil

Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers

Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands

Headstone hiders, casket riders

Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass

Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers

They open up wounds on the cast away dead

Leaning down with claws imbedded

Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads

Grotesquely twisted limbs

And wretched minds contort

Lifeless eyeballs are removed

With the dead unbeating heart

They’re crawling

Only I can see them

They want to eat my eyes

But I’ll take them out myself

Their feast will be denied

Come into our house

Within the darkness we are here

Everyone who wanders in is sure to disappear

The door behind you shuts and locks

You smell the stench of death

That’s when the hammer crashes down

And annihilates your head

Your ruined face

It leaves a trail of crimson on the floor

As your body’s dragged into a room

With blood it is adorned

The freezer’s full of butchered parts

Of others just like you

The rats can eat the scraps that drop

And then we’ll eat them too

We’ve been here for many years

Inbreeding in the filth

Through ages upon ages

Of devouring our kills

A naked blood stained light bulb

Shows the mating on display

Gurgling sounds emit

From twisted worm like writhing shapes

Here we are in wait for you

Deformed and caked in gore

This hammer made of lead and concrete

Ever hungers more

When the hammer meets the bone

Your screams have gone unheard

When pools of blood are red and deep

Survival is absurd

There is no sanctuary

There is no mercy shown

Blunt force smashing is the law

Your skull and mind are blown

I am the thorns

That puncture your skin

I am the storm

Where your sanity’s been

I am the flames

That devour your bones

I am the ashes

Where shadows have grown

The arch cadaver turns around

Maggots falling from his eyes

Surveying pummeled smoldering fields

The living turned to clay they’ve met their day

No battles fought

Just a wave of his hand

Death rays and smoke trails

Wash over the land

Born created conjured spun

In webs of foul deeds undone

Footsteps crush and shock the ground

His fingers point to where you’re bound

His head tilts back, his throat agape

Look inside and see your fate

Bleeding stars and moons rotate

In ways that make the strong insane

Lidless eyes, orbs of black

Doorways to wrath

All become one

Heaped in great piles of ash

Time has taken your living flesh

Stolen your last gasping struggling breath

Lungs in upheaval, brain in a tomb

Becoming sand in a world of gloom

No teeth in it’s skull, yet you’re eaten away

Your epitaph clearer while tissues decay

Your flesh, it turns to dust

The dice of bones are carved and cast

There’s pain to bring and time to kill

There’s cemetery holes to fill

Despite your will, you can’t command

The reaper’s all ensnaring hand

Lying on the floor I realize my fate

I’ve become victim, I’ve become hate

How did this horrible night come to be

Piece by piece it comes after me

It catches up and grabs my throat

All I see is the head of a goat

It’s sharpened fingers slice my face

The catch is better than the chase

It comes after me

Running from the goathead

Blood in my eyes, I cannot see

Black heart chaser

Terror races through my mind

Running from the goathead

I run with it behind… me

Hallways that are long and dark

Scratching walls, looking for a door

The burns and cuts have left their mark

I see others have come before

What kind of fate did they meet

This evil place cries for more

With brutal weapons all are beat

To live I must come to the fore

Running from the goathead

Running from the goathead

Running from the goathead