I don't know the hardcore book of rules, but I have yet succeded. Instead of complaining on my life, guide me and show me the way. . Show me the way! Show me!.
So take a look at our society. Computer controlled technology. Development is all that counts. Money, profit and amount. . Every face is so constrained.
Trapped in the shit, trapped in the filth. Reaching out to get some help but no one gives a shit. . Try to realize and think for yourself. Do not give a shit for patterns and the fucking trends.
Your ancient morale makes me indignant. Your inherited opinions affect the way you act. Your blurred illusion withholds the revolution. A change in your mind will strengthen the progression.
He was born from the angels. Seed of the daughter of man. Who traveled to heaven. To take in discussions. To overthrow King Solomon. Storm spirit. You fill men's hearts with anger.
Once I begged the stars to take me with 'em. Once I lost my tongue and eyes to be worthy. Now i'm entering the halls of eternity. The pain is incredible, but I don't feel sorrow.
Einst liebte er sich mit einer jungen fran, die von den sternen hinab auf die erde kam. Als die sterne wieder zu sich riefen, schenkte sie ihm ein kind.
I have seen the wrath of the land.. Cause I am a real life wolf among the sheep.. I was a part of the wrath of the lamb.. So I am a part of the wolf..
Der Himmel wurde aufgerollt,. wie die Seite eines Buches.... Snden waren ungewollt,. im faulen Sndenpfuhl Fluches.... . Die... Knige der Welt,. verbargen sich in dunklen Grotten,.
Seit Zeiten schon schmerzt eine Wunde. die klaffend da das Leid genoss,. das sie erschuf seit jener Stunde. in der die schwarze Trne floss.. . Sie geifert um ihr eigen Willen.
Rise to my side. Black turns to night. Watch me make my call. Black turns to all. . Selling yourself as the undying son of Sunday. Crown yourself whore on the following moon on Monday.
Om Maheshwaraaya, Om Shivaaya. There are those who call you in vain. Funeral pyres, lost desires. They leave their victims in pain. . I search for the way out of my confession.
A wiry laugh, a deadly nerve. Eternal price of hidden passion. Create your god just to believe. And I will watch you go insane. But me - I want to stay alive.
As the twilight gave birth to the night. I walked into the forest. The twisted trees clawing at the skies. These are my true domimions. The mist glows red and ablaze the sky.
In the black depths of my very soul. A vast emptiness lies so arcane and cold. Caressed by the icy touch of melancholy. Like the sweetest of poison it permeates me.
On a chariot with wings I move on and observe. Distant visitors, bright meteorites. Indefinite pleasures, pure tranquility. Blessed with excess, hallowed to create..
I enter the world of my forefathers. I initiate into the secrets of the forgotten Europa. I hear the clatter of the swords. I hear the voice of war. I live between them.
God of silence. Hear his please. Your son begs you. To support him in the final Battle. . God of darkness. Give him the power. To conquer the Good. To reign over it.