Odious
Skin Age




1. Crown Of Centuries

Primitive was the land and the shades of the moon.
Providence, the power gained.
The gun, the bullet and the center are going in a race.
Primitive was the promise that held the universe.
And then we remember sweet death!
For all those who wonder, there is a surface above and there is one below.
The practice of the kings salacious yet ribald.
The masters of the law.
The senses and the sparks.
The purgatorial arts.
The universe!
The python pulse of heart.
Infinity points to the start.
Mysterious!
For all those who wonder, there is a surface above and there is one below.
The practice of the kings salacious yet ribald.
The masters of the law.
The senses and the sparks.
The purgatorial arts.
The universe!
The python pulse of heart.
Infinity points to the start.
Reminiscence!
For all those who wonder, there is a surface above and there is one below.
The practice of the kings salacious yet ribald.
The masters of the law.
The senses and the sparks.
The purgatorial arts.
The universe!
The python pulse of heart.
Infinity points to the start.
Mysterious!


2. Crystal Clear

End of life, end of life!
The cracks on their old faces.
The smile of the newborn babies.
Provokes a twister of strain, ideas and thoughts.
The case is gone and closed.
The end is almost here.
One way or another you will need your cure.
You will come and ask for more of what you will have to see and feel.
We will always be connected to the obscure…
Is what I am seeing true?
Or is it a different view?
Are all the colors black?
Or should I let it go?
The dice will draw the secrets of this show, and chaos is the winner and your sacred vow.
Sleep fresh, die decayed.
Is what I am seeing true?
Or is it a different view?
Are all the colors black?
Or the glass of my window is black?! Dirty?!
Reflects the darkness that burns my eyes.
It’s crystal clear!
The dice will draw the number of the year at which your parts expire and disappear.
Sleep fresh, die decayed.


3. A Picture Of Dead Art

Arrest a soul back in the dungeon.
Where all the pure are holding hands.
Smiling at you fools!
A gram of hate weighs more than your fate.
Inject your curse, your sperm and your seed.
The falcon falls in maximum speed.
A gaggle of dead in horror stampede.
Silently we call upon mercy and…
We call upon mercy and mercy calls upon a joke.
I hate the beginning that never ends.
To start with no choice.
Why me among all others?
Why my vision is a needle inside a pile of rats?
Don’t even dare to fight me.
All faces with masks, all heads with helmets, all bodies with shields, all hearts with interment.
Why me among all others?
Why my vision is a needle inside a pile of rats?
This ghostly story of a genius man that once his soul disappeared.
We call upon mercy and mercy calls upon a joke.
I hate the beginning that never ends.
To start with no choice.
Omnes facies cum larvis.
Omnibus capitibus cum cassidibus.
Omnia corpora scutati et.
Omnium cordium cum sepultionem.

Why me among all others?
Why my vision is a needle inside a pile of rats?
Don’t even dare to fight me.
All faces with masks, all heads with helmets, all bodies with shields, all hearts with interment.


4. AlZar

Does only the dream come true or in the same queue stand your worst nightmares?
Watch your hands, watch your feet.
Bribe your love, stimulate a gene.
A wounded wolf with a rose, with a knife, in his bloody mouth in a desert land.
One drop of blood, one drop of tears, one drop of faith, one drop of magic.
I will touch the sand and sea waves with all the power left.
With all the power gained I will fly and stay in a better place.
It’s a war since I was born to read the books you never saw.
To believe in things you will never know.
To tell a story ages ago.
To follow them and they will go.
To read the books you never saw.
This is the war since I was born.
I will touch the sand and the sea waves with all the power left.
With all the power gained I will fly and stay in a better place.
I hear more people, fi AlZar, screaming fighting, fi AlZar, to save their lives, fi AlZar, and others whisper, fi AlZar, old Azrael's name, fi AlZar, to order death, fi AlZar, to take their lives.
It’s a war since I was born to read the books you never saw.
To believe in things you will never know.
To tell a story ages ago.
To follow them and they will go.
To believe in things you will never know.
To read the books you never saw.
This is the war since I was…Born!


5. All The Evidence

As the brave have spoken last words of wisdom.
In the middle of a vortex, on top of a mountain.
All the candles burn!
Paint my tongue with heat of afflictions.
Curse my soul with greed of conceptions.
We are all equally blessed by the same amount of evil.
Vast were the gardens of hate, oh the gift of silence.
Convolutional structure of a serpent human.
Deadly sorcery and fatal conjuration.
Locomotive time, judgment apprehension.
Doubtfulness chords, melodies of denial.
Attention! We are under a chaos magnifier.
False points of intersection.
The crime of birth.
Salutations, I recognize your taste.
From different wombs and centuries, from different decades.
Confounded promises, clowning around, aphotic comedy, all the evidence.
Convolutional structure of a serpent human.
Deadly sorcery and fatal conjuration.
Locomotive time, judgment apprehension.
Doubtfulness chords, melodies of denial.
As the brave have spoken last words of wisdom.
In the middle of a vortex, on top of a mountain.
Confounded promises, clowning around, aphotic comedy, all the evidence.


6. New Mystery

Cycle that comes and goes in cycles.
One wave creates more cycles.
Of pain and history cycles, inhale!
Circles of flesh and bones circles.
A place of ghosts and miracles.
You have the rope and knife but you will stay.
Why?!
You aim to touch the sky?
You hope and hopes are high?
You pour more salt into the wound that once you felt?
Cycle that comes and goes in cycles.
One wave creates more cycles.
Of pain and history cycles.
My nail is broken!
Why?!
You aim to touch the sky?
You hope and hopes are high?
You pour more salt into the wound that once you felt?
Why?!
You aim to touch the sky?
You hope and hopes are high?
You have the rope you have the knife but you will stay?

The motion theme, affair between the humans and man-made machine.
The motion theme, affair between the humans and man-made machine.
Man-made machine.
Man-made machine.
Man-made machine.
Man-made machine.
The humans and man-made machine!
Why?!
Why do you really care?
Just let me know why you aim to touch the sky?
Aim to touch the sky.
Aim to touch the sky.


7. Dungeon Keys

When night was cold and skies were grey.
Silent was the forest but whispered my name.
The animals’ preachers, the axe is weak.
Doomed are the warriors that fight a battle of shades.
Digging the grave of time and space.
And again…Doomed are the warriors that fight a battle of shades.
Does it really make a difference?
And all the elements, the wind, the air and the fire will obey the mystery behind the dark fallen picture and last written lines of Dorian Grey.
Running on wheels with cancer speed.
Attached to a web with hands that bleed.
Either the cell is broken or you have the keys.
Does it really make a difference?
The reference, the medium, the way, the bridge to Hades.
The man and devil served the love of knowledge.
Spoke the language that shines like fruits of heaven.
Thus the gates of the universe cried for the revealed, smiled at what you hide.
These beautiful rays from hell will hit my skin, will burn my cells.
Running on wheels with cancer speed.
Attached to a web with hands that bleed.
I will dive into the center of your body and through your veins.
The wind, the air and the fire will obey the last written lines of Dorian Grey.
666 worms will feed upon your face.
Those who loved the wrong faithless universe.
The grapes and wine, the taste of war.
Nothing is new, all is old.
The story of every man starts with the same plan of 666.


8. Hot Blood Fumes

Not a single indication.
Not even as they told you or as it seems to be.
Anti-clockwise, the arrows move towards your eyes.
How prude your virgin eyes! Disguised.
The guilt which starts a fire palpitates and screams.
The lure which feeds the fire invigorates a beam of light cold as ice, sharp as knife, hot as blood.
Some things are best left unexplained.
Some things are best left cold as ice, sharp as a knife, hot as blood.
It is now or never, then never shall it be.
In the corner of this room, where all your fears and horror began.
Strange voices are coming near, will eat you alive, will drive you insane.
Not a single indication.
Not even as they told you or as it may seem.
Some things are best left unexplained.
Some things are secrets and better be left untouched.
Some things are secrets and better be left untouched and unrevealed.
Some things are secrets and better be left.
Some things are secrets.
Some things are secrets.
Some things are secrets.
Eternally!
It is now or never, then never shall it be.


Bassem Fakhri: Vocals, Keyboards
George Boulos: Drums

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