The poison is still in your veins. The poison I slipped in your drink. Never saw me, I am but a ghost. Never saw your dangerous host. . Wake up. You're still alive.
Bring the black box to the altar. Now raise your hands and do the sign. Oh, hail Satan, yes hail Satan. Lay down your swords, the evil star. . It's a black funeral.
I heard it, in my sleep last night. I heard it, in your sleep last night. Now I can hear it again, outside the night is sad. I know it's not the wind, outside the night is black.
[Music: Jakob]. . Consider slaughter as entertainment. The shockshow, ensures success. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. Is this murder in the first degree.
[Music: Kral / Jakob / Signar]. . What a rush.... . When we're on stage. You can't do nothing but. Relate to something. We feed the feeling. Of the natural highs.
DON'T BE AFRAID. OF THE PRICE WE PAID. IT SEEMED SUCH A LOSS. WHAT THEY DID TO US. . TO LIVE WITH HATE. IS TO DIE WITHOUT PAIN. THE HOUNDS ARE HERE. TO SEEK THEIR PREY.
Holocaust, in flames of fear burns fantasy. Liberty is just another masqueraded lie. Break the world, set it all ablaze. . With an iron fist you lead the way.
Light breaks through cracks in the sky,. My world is crashing down one truth at a time.. The ground is shaking, the walls are caving in,. Now I'm treading neck-deep in a pool of your sin..
Does blood ever spill. Of those who took the final race?. Why do I say these words?. These feelings are besides my own. . Living, giving, striking. Dying to do our best.
[theme : N.T.]. Beyond the clouds. The dream of death comes close. Where my sorrow drowns. In the mourning sea. . Bent I stand, lost in through. Glowing sunset in my eyes.
Sweet leaf, why did you turn around. I'm stumblin' snowblind through the trees. But what is this, that stands before me. It's an iron man of the grave.
Time - passing as the world changed it's face. Past - all that used to be not a trace. Now - all that was is gone can't you see. . Always questions. .
[Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins]. . Back in the streets again. Jail's gates opened and. someone wished me good luck. Where should I run to now. I once knew someone.
Everyday ends up the same find another way to forget you. Apathy takes a hold of me as I'm remembering why you left me. Tension gets the best of me trying to overcome these memories that poison.
Awdling in the cellar. Whining on the dungeon step. Underground dweller. Hammers at the coal-flap. . Catching the gnats. Tearing off their opal wings.
Consumption of feces. Bulimic excretion begins. . Now you binge on shit. Helps to keep you thin. . A diet of death - a diet of shit. Wasting away until nothing is left.
[Stolba Blether:]. Ja mizerii Osudu jsem pronasledowan. a duse ma jen pochybnostmi prostoupena jest. jak maso cerwy prolezle jen ziwot predstiram,. ratolest stesti meho prestala jiz dawno kwest..