Red beams pierce through the sky moving us away from what we have already reached. The place we stand is way too far from where we want it to be. What makes things take an unexpected turn?.
Wir sind Gtter (We are gods). Gott ist der Mensch (god is man). Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes). Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds).
Open the portals to darkness. So that the fire of hell. Will previal. Embrace the wicked beauty. Of the darkest instincts. Turn into a tender godess. And the ultimate queen of pain.
A saviour that failed to save, preaching lack of will. A cave for a grave, midst convicts on Golgotha's Hill. The coming of a messenger, promises of a holy land.
In the color of the night. Depressed souls wandering. In the shadows of a graveyard. Under the light of the moon. Sad eyes searching. Cold white skin.
Who was born here and danced with infancy?. The stones let me go, (but) to make a difference their names are kept,. expecting half with nothing to find..
We have lost ourselves to their game. Everyday it's always the same, I see the truth and it's slipping away. It's time we learn how to separate. We have to separate and give it away,.
Death before dishonour. But not before your time. Guilty as the victim. Your conscience you resign. . No questions to be asked. No story to be told. To die by ones self.
While the minds sway to the unknown. While the fears turn into bravery. Good like evil doesn't mean anything. The awake power has chosen its side. . To rise my aura to the other side.
"What do you do with it?". Just shut up and take it man.. Put it on your tongue..
Crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children. More like a loss to a plot line then you can tell. Your friends how cool it was to be pissed on at your own funeral.
Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti?. Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,. Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti.
-Grunts-. Fantasies, misery came together. in the world of guilt and pain. A neverending game. Do not reject me, I was better of without. But in my agonized existence I needed to be free.
You pray to god every night when you are in bed. You want your god to come and take your pain away. Your Christian god will always say that he is your friend.
Seicht weht der Wind. Ruft mich zu Dir herbei. an deine wrmende Brust. ich sehne mich nach Dir. nach Herrlichkeit.. . viel zu lang. war ich allein. ohne ein trstendes Wort.
There is no life. In what you selling me. There is no life. The love that you offer. Is synthetic stuff. Is synthetic stuff. I can`t see any happiness.
Hail you forgotten gods. Sleeping the step of death. Return to blood soaked power. To fierce tyrants reign. They somnambulate on burning foots prints.