Слова:
Centurian Liber Zar Zax

Black and foul, the lifeless core Of my existence An open grave, restless and hungry Defines my being No creation, nothing divine Shall escape the darkness

Worthless lives upon sacred ground Children of god in the arena of death Soon to be ripped and torn apart Pieces of meat for Caligula's art Lame sheep

Rejoice in the reign of Satan Now is the time to purify Make way for crisis Welcome god's demise Rebirth through violence Renewal through war God's

Born to undo God and his brood Burn to bring down Father and son The Agitator Breeding disorder The death of god And the end of the world Am I Unbound

Pierced hands strangling your soul Making you gasp for mercy Choking confessions from your penance Suffocate! You are a sinner Watching and judging,

time and place From doctrines of existence Blasting forth, as aethyrs burn This fleshless body of hate I ascend above the heavens Far beyond god ZarZax unto Zax