Letras: Tarot- "Suffer Our Pleasures" (2003)

1. I Rule

I was crowned a king in a womb,
tore my mother apart at birth,
gnawed at my father's bones,
then gave them to the earth

Bowels of a grave turned loose,
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.

I RULE!

I crawled into the moonlight.
The sky fixed me with its stare,
filled me with razorteeth
and covered me in hair.

Did you ever think that the stink
of the flesh I suck, would be you, sad fuck.

I RULE!

The holy insult at the face of all divine.
Purity of damnation is mine.

There's a place that I must find
in order to explode.
The hell pales beside me
as I spill my load.

Bowels of a grave turned loose,
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.
Time to burn the inhuman torch.
Rip and slash, impale and scorch!

I RULE!


2. Pyre Of Gods

On the legs of lightning,
the storm rears in defeat.
Rising in vain once more with the sea.
Grey hand's reaching, cold under the swell.
Withered in the forge of our unbelief.

All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.

We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.

Uncrusaders, heretics to all faith.
No slavery beyond death!
Every idol will feel our scourge.
They can't hold us in this life.

All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.

We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.

The ransom of your soul must be paid for your dead.
The way out for us all: We'll take the jailer's head.

All gods want, all gods need. Their sacrifices must bleed.
All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.

We'll exorcise all of these fathers of lies.
Burned holes for eyes behold the pyre of gods.


3. Rider Of The Last Day

The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin.
I'm a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin.
My soul was never sold, I gave it away for free.
No conscience worries, just me.

I'm the rider of the last day.
The rider of the last day.
Better lose your dreams on me.
They were wasted anyway.

The stars are my brothers, they're calling me to shine.
Into the deep dark cold, all this emptiness is mine.
Here's my hand, take it and I'll share it all with you.
There are no saviours but one and you know who.

I'm the rider...

Bathe in the coolness of meteor rain.
Walk unscarred through the bullet hail.
Feet in the mud, fist to the sky.
Draw strength from the lightning spitting my eye.

Lost from holiness, I couldn't care less.
Drudgery for the masses of the hopeless.
Wide-eyed hypnosis, just stare your life away.
Build in my castle from your shreds,
burn it down on judgement day.

I'm the rider...


4. Follow The Blind

Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men.
Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again.
Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one.
They're all in heaven, delivered by our guns.

With the multitudes we feed the grinder.
The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya.

We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more.
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind

Hear the possessed screaming with the voice of doom.
The sun goes nova, the earth goes KA-BOOM!
Take a flight from Trinity to Novaja Zemlya.
The pyre is blazing and the flames will find ya.

We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more.
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind.

Hear the stones, they're sighing with the voice of the dead,
who lie below them with the worms they've fed.
And when all that's living is shattered by thunder,
we'll raise the dead, you, yourself will find ya.

There ain't no noble cause,
just mindless applause.
The whetting stones whine on,
stroking blades 'til dawn.
We need no gods of war,
petty excuses no more.
Just what we always wanted,
the blood of our kind,
blind follow the blind.


5. Undead Son

I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life.
I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I'd be the knife.
I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head.
I hear you speak for those I left for dead.

I hear, I speak, the tongues are forked, the ears distort.
I see, I dream, your world's a horde against my fort.
I run, I flee, the vermin stalk within my walls.
I hear them speak their dirt within my halls.

Mother help your... UNDEAD SON
Let go of your... UNDEAD SON
Mother help your... UNDEAD SON
Let me go... UNDEAD SON

I walk, I'm dead, I'm slowly eaten from inside.
I walk this walk, been walking since I died.

Mother help your... UNDEAD SON


6. Of Time And Dust

There's only one we've all fought for.
Give us your grace.
We're the eager sons you bear and eat
with skies on your face.
In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace
of our cruel mother, the dark queen of our short days.

The heart of flame, the skin of snow,
the cloak of air to kindle our lust.
The womb of seas, the bosom of stones,
The cradle of earth will kiss your bones to dust.

When the earth has gone
will we be adopted by strange stars?
The love won't die, neither will war
and we find no rest apart

The heart of flame...

Timeless the burning, the anger of suns.
Endlessly turning what never has begun.


7. From The Void

We sent the word ou our coming.
We've done it many times before.
Arrive the day of our choosing.
We're hungry, we're back for more.

Tear your souls from their bodies and...

...Fall across the sky into the fear.
Cold star flies by, now we're here.

We sent the word of our coming.
You've heard it many times before.
Rise in the name of our legion.
Prepare the feast of slaughter and war.

Tear your souls from their bodies and...


8. Convulsions

Change over the suit of flesh.
Can't touch my mind with all their poisons.
Take over the white padded space.
Imprisoned spirit stays in full motion.

Hurry not endless time.

Convulsions, my bones crack.
Cannot break, will not bend.
Convulsions, fade to black.
Orgastic 'til the end.

Stay over here with me.
Some day I'll walk out the wearing your face.

Worry not, patience be.

Convulsions, my bones crack.
Cannot break, will not bend.
Convulsions, fade to black.
Orgastic 'til the end.
Convulsions, migraine head.
Insides are twisting free.
Convulsions, soiled my bed.
The devil is still in me.


9. From The Shadows

Prayer ain't no key.
Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind.
Never meant to make you free.

Prayer, insanity.
You compete for the never complete.
And it just won't make you see.

Pick your god from the lot, choose your stimulations.
More down there where they came from,
drunken revelations.

From the shadows of time,
the dead are singing their lies.
Their dirt is in your eyes,
no one who believes dies.
From the shadows of stones,
laughter of their rattling bones.
Their dirt will cover your eyes,
no one who believes dies.

Prayer, masked devilry.
Under the yoke of a cosmic joke.
And you just can't let it be.

Pick your god...

From the shadows...


10. Painless

Blinded in the land of the one-eyed.
Took a walk the day I died.
I'm a dream in a clutch of nightmares,
a coward who dares.
Afloat in the dirt underground,
the singer and the sound.
I'm the voice and the word, the prayer.
Suffocated by air.

They told me fire would burn,
but it doesn't matter anymore.
The wound in my back,
the best place for your knife to turn.

But now I know it's PAINLESS.

Pushing through the rock of future.
Still drowning in the past.
The mighty icon of stubbornes.
The iconoclast.
All skin and bones.
The flesh is just dead.
I, I, I, I grow fat with hatred.

I know pressure will blow.
Don't get caught in the blast.
From the dark into the black.
Throwbacks always have to go.

But now I know it's PAINLESS.