We are not the images we see. . I refuse to. follow the fashion to its end. hypocrisy. is killing me. on the rights of your wealth. I disagree. this puppets culture scars our tongues.
"Confess... Witch". . I see the moon outside. With its evil grin. Watching the priest tonight. Accusing ME of sin. . Oh, help me, "No, you're gonna die".
They came from the sky. And they came from the sea. They came from the inside of the television screen. Babies of bastards. Breeding as one. The fate of Earth is doomed.
Moon childe. Spawned of rage. Soon childe.... The dawning of a golden age. . Four and twenty acts have passed. Since the pact was signed in blood. Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp.
You thrust the knife into my side. With words you say you realize. That I came to speak of what I see. No matter what you do to me. . I stand no compromise.