- ...And Don't Deliver Us From Evil
Lead us into temptation
We are nothing but tools
To embrace the enlightenment of depravity
Take our souls, take our lives, take everything from us
Mother – Who art in the depths
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth
- A Dish Best Served Cold
Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing
Unpunished- Filled with self-esteem
Our Goddess will be grateful
Naked bodies hacked to pieces
Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated
Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms
Force-fed with blood and cum
- Active Shooter
ACTIVE SHOOTER
Bitterness, another day, idle fate
City lights, post-meridian uselessness
Bar flies on lonely nights
Neglected streets, a homeless life
Drifting further, degeneration is at hand
- Adrift
Forgotten Tomb – Adrift "Плывущий по течению"
Вновь затеяла войну с нервами
Тишина, принадлежащая сраженным
Я жажду уединения
Только оно заглушит крики в моей голове
Отражение в зеркале показывает мне
Человека, разрушенного пренебрежением
- Alone
Once again life is killing me
This time I know there's no way back
Left alone, abandoned
Without any chance in tomorrow
You're gone forever
As I try to find a reason for this
Endlessly wondering why
You burned away all I was living for
- Blood and Concrete
Sinking in the urban wastelands where no life dwells
The misery of this dead-end street is the symbol of your existence
The meaning of your useless days lays splattered and dead
on a pale bleak city wall
The endless sound of machinery of pain
echoing in your mind
DeConstruction of all happiness
- Daylight Obsession
I watched into the burning sun.
My eyes filles with obsession.
An eternal walk towards nothing.
An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.
I watched into a dead horizon.
My blood falls into the sun.
My thoughts drown into emptiness.
- Desolated Funeral
Эту песню дословно следует переводить как "Безлюдные Похороны"; в атмосфере отлично прослеживается один из ранних мотивов "Забытой Могилы" - ненужность отдельно взятого человека другим людям, отсутствие понимания, любви.
- Disheartenment
I watch with empty eyes the blade
As tears begin to fall down my face
Another night alone with myself
At one with melancholy and depression
Lying in a dark corner
The black candle light is dying out
Trying to refuse this suffering
- House Of Nostalgia
Thought I dreamed it again, the place where I constantly wander
So far and wrapped in darkness
It stands as the incarnation of my obsessions
My soul is keaving my body once more
As I enter those wretched ancient walls
Corridors of post-mortem existence
I breathe the evilness of dark deserted rooms
- Hurt Yourself And The Ones You Love
The will to hurt and deny
The will to watch you cry
The will to make someone die
The will to hurt and deny
The will to embrace your own end
The will to betray your friend
The will to lie and pretend
The will to embrace your own end
- I Wanna Be Your Dog
Текст песни Forgotten Tomb - I Wanna Be Your Dog
So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
- Kill Life
Die for me - I'll swallow all your pain
Kill me - Release me from this strain
Feel it - You are going to be forgotten
Taste it - The hand of unforgiveness
I injure myself
Searching for a way out
In my eyes you see
- Negative Megalomania
Negative Megalomania
Tired of all your bullshit, fed up with all your crap
A bunch of retarded children, all dressed up in black
A mass of nerds, so repressed, behind your PC screens
Trying to appear so evil, to look more and more extreme
A temporary trend you want to live talking shit everyday
- No way out
Darkness enshrouded from within
Bitter rest in overwhelming solitude
Sleeping aeons and mountains
To conceal the tearing grief
A human life is not worth more
Than a tear stolen in a frozen dawn
(Than) a drop of blood on a yellowed paper
- Obscura Arcana Mortis
On the path to darkness, the darkness of this nights
Through the fog we're dressed with our black robes
Silence... The wolves will lead us
towards the place of nightmares...
A deserted house stand beyond the ancient cemetary
We coven inside the dark place
The pale walls of the crypt
- Reject Existence
Submit to me, worship me
Let me crawl under your skin
Like a needle in your vein
Injecting perversion, spreading disdain
Obey to me, follow me
Let me show you what I see
Your words to me count less than zero
- Scars
Remembrances - Once more I'm there
Living in the past
Faded pictures of yesterday
My best and worst memories
Will be forever here
Another night - Bleak fading lights
I'm growing old with them
- Slave To Negativity - Love's Burial Ground
Froten and still I stand
Through these rooms of emptiness
The void in my hands once more
Awaken to see another day of greyness
Armless and numb
All emotions now are gone
I burn another page
- Solitude Ways
Last night I walked again that soil,
places in my mind
Remembrances as cold pieces of glass
Blood red stained mirrors
lie broken upon the floor
A time so far - Something we can’t recall
I’ll take your hand towards the night
- Soulless Upheaval
Worship death - Insult the ways of joy
Like a covenant to curse all that is life
Annihilation of the pure at soul
Upheaval of the sick at heart
Sliding down beneath the shadows of these times
A vortex to be explored with full force
Destroy the body and stain the inner self
- Subway Apathy
As a desolated subway
As an empty city street
It takes me away
Towards oceans of concrete
A grey walk into the void
Through faceless humans
Nauseating melancholy
- Transmission
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.