In distance from the light I redeem my gloria. In darkness I have sights a high esteemed fantasia. . In hellfire and damnation my undead soul walk the land.
Fe fi fo fum. Tell me where do you come from?. They call me Butthouse man. 'Cause that's my name. I'm a butt connoisseur and I have no shame. I rate 'em on size and shape and such.
So let me go. You can't tell me who. I'm supposed to be. But I can't find the words to tell you. The only one. Is me. . Bring on the fucking noise. Why don't you feel the same?.
How far have I driven myself from that security I once tasted?. I thought I was so much closer to grasping certainty. Waiting for what I've seen to be taken away from me.
[Music & lyrics: Kristian Whlin]. . Twisting Altars Whirling around in a Maze. Malignant Lord of an Insect Race. . [CHORUS:]. Abiding the toxic Floods of Retaliation.
[Lyrics: Comeau]. [Music: Nelson]. . Rip it up, tear it down, rip it up. Rip it up, tear it down, rip it up. Rip it up, tear it down, rip it up. Rip it up, tear it down, rip it up.
Burn the steel, link our mesh build the form hour's best. Fit us for the fight swinging weapons engage tonight. Raise the drawbridge take our posts a feast tonight salute and boast.
In a course of flight decided the lairs source from out of hiding. Across the skies our wings they cover sharpest eyes in flight we hover. Drop to fall we're one by one eternity and we're his sons.
Feel the pain, face the fist. Merciless attack. Blood and rain, mind in mist. Sink into the black. . Blistered skin, strapped in chains. Caught without escape.
Soon your time will come. To leave the mortal realm. You will travel from. This world and into hell. . Death will come for you. There's nothing you can do.
Stay the course for a mass destruction. The innocence begins to fade. An uproar of wealthy poison. Insurance to be paid. . In a fail proof act of grievance.
I long for this moment!. When blasphemy sung throughout the land. And tides of life change forevermore. Humanity falls black once more. As prophets murdered one by one.
THIS. IS.. The ballad of the butcher.. (I couldn't understand this part) inside my head.. eahh. The evil that is within me,spreads without my consent.
Burn beacon fires, blow horns of doom. Sinister ascendancy, death's coming soon. . We shall take the fire everywhere. And all our enemies shall burn, yeah.
Vague shadows, purple toned sky. Full moon and nightbirds on my mind. Cloud demons with wands of doom. Chanting lines of solitude. . Boogie bubble refrain.
I met a blackbird flying south tonight, I looked into her eyes tonight. I saw her wings were getting tired, still looking for the light. There is evil on the way, it will come with break of day.
No, please don't cry. don't waste all your tears on this.. 'cause that is life,. a destiny tough to change.. . The only way to escape. from reality lives in our dreams....
Try and concentrate. Brain is melting. Walking in a daze. Security of isolation. . Always shifting, back and forth. . Blueprint within. Light to be switched.