Agnus redemit oves: Christus innocens patri Reconciliavit peccatores A lamp the sheep redeemeth: Christ, who only is sinless Reconcileth sinners to the
Nero the hero, god of full corpses Nero, centurio, lost in madness, walked in the shadows of broken minds, saved his power in the name of lies, enslaved
Time of puberty Age of quandary Sorrow and worries Disagreement Predicament I enigmatize Weakness overcomes my body, my brain's so empty I lose my appetite
For fifty-two years We have been married We've had a lucky life But now the problems have begun She's really changed, I can't understand my wife What
Why do I feel so downcast - am I in distress Do I exist among the living downsociety Yes, I'm integrated in the system - incredible Sometimes one beneath
"Days of glory Left in the past This perfect day Will be the last As time has come, Forefathers blessed Soon to join you I'll lay to rest..." (Written
Murder and manslaughter ruled my life Eliminated my enemies and killed my wife Nothing to lose, I'm condemned to death Enjoy the prison, till my last
Preparing for a dark ritual I'm waiting for the darkness to fall I'm beginning when the hour is late With this ritual I'll open a gate Lilith, the queen
I see the crusade of mentally disturbed persons All kinds of mutilated and distraught human beings Drag alone to the shrouded legend realm They are suspended
Faith, putting faith to your god Trust, wasting trust in beleif But still you're living in fear The fear of what I live for Asserts, you say I'm forever
Breeding the fire So strong within Flames burning higher Burns through my skin Veiled I search the fulgency But I dream eternally Though I'm fire, no
Oh, fuck I hate these people I hate these smiling fools They live their lives in sorrow But claim their lives are cool I tremble out of anger When I hear
Humans born healthy We converse all the time Humans born deformed We avoid all of them Your body's crippled, your face deformed Your hand's mutilated
One thousand years ago The christians were marching up north To christanize the pagans To kill those who refused christ The headman of one village Was
You're speaking of 84 The old times that you adore But, where were you at that time Seven years old? You say that you're one of a kind And think that
Whatever the woman in black does Her hands are covered by silk gloves She's a lady that looks elegant'n stylish No one knows that she lives in misery
Father and mother divorced as I began the school in hamilton We had the same problem every night with daddy's addiction Violence and drunkeness reigned
I'm afraid of the night, helpless The forest is drenched in sinister fog My home is in the mountains, without civilisation I have no contact to the outside