Enslaved prey purified by flames. as shadows of beasts and creatures descend. twisting serpents spectres rise. out of burnt offerings ablaze. infernal merciless praise.
I am god's cancer. I am the hunter. Where ever you are you will be found. Potential is all around. In a slow pace you crawl. A trail of blood and skin.
Kevin:. Why has it all changed?. What have we lost? What have we gained?. Nothing of this will ever remain. only a bunch of child's memories. Why has it all changed?.
How much more can we take?. With all this weight we'll break.. Your so called god gave us life to grow and breathe.. All we do is destroy to satisfy needs..
Originally performed by Venom. Your love is infectious,. Your rotten to the core,. Every body knows what you got,. But they still come back for more,.
Created weakness for the numbers on the board. Absurd amout of things, obsolete creation. The lust for always more, indulgence in hunger. A greed for power, the demon needs to feed.
We pray, pray for the light to reign. We call, we call the day. We rise, pray for the wind to blow. We know, we know the way. . No faith in your world.
Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass. All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out. I went through this cycle of pain deep in myself.
Evil congregation born within my death. Devil seeks my soul tries to steal my breath. Fits of anger cry out as I spill my guts. Vomit fills the air as the coffin shuts.
Alcohol infested lives. In the night they seem to fly. Never ending road to death. Neveer near the home stretch. Lack of guidance, sudden trust. Will they soon forget the loss.
PRAY. . SIX TONGUES OF THE SAME OLD ANGEL. SPIRALS OF THE UNKNOWN. KEEPS LICKING MY WOUNDS AS I AM FALLING INSIDE THE STORM. . CAN YOU FEEL IT GROWS. THE MARK INSIDE MY SOUL.
A second lost in time. And your whole world dissolves. . A never happened breath. My mind gone astray. . So much around, that kills. I found mine in a dream.
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski]. . "Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated. To themselves men are the past now... but the flame of a wanderer,.
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski]. . "Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated. To themselves men are the past now...but the flame of a wanderer,.
You better pack your bags the road is waiting. It's time to realize your dream is coming. You must enjoy and live this time. You know that your time has arrived.
Can the pestilence within you be bled out. May I have the honor of this amputation?. Know that you have made an enemy. To show you the meaning of indignity.
The Public wants what the public gets.. Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world.. Decry relativity damned petulant for seeing through a. Trojan horse full of zyklon while Judas' coffers overflow..
Can the pestilence within you be bled out. May I have the honor of this amputation?. Know that you have made an enemy. To show you the meaning of indignity.
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie. You found something that you believe. So proud, I guess I can imagine why.... Three cheers for what we used to be.
Why the fuck is he poor?. JJ the whore.. Why the fuck does he not have a home?. He needs a comb. That fucker is to poor to own a clock. So he sucks the cock.