Ich hab's getrumt heut' Nacht. Mit uns, das wird'n riesen Hit. Wir gehen auf 'ne Reise ohne Rckfahrschein. Schnall dich an! Das wird'n tierischer Ritt.
Time's up, end of illusions. Lie, king, you're falling down. . No violence, no pain. Only despair and troubles. Those who know, those who believe. Shall enjoy the new order.
A new perception of the world. Appears in your mind. And you retrieve your instincts. On your decision. Open gates on a new truth. You understand. You're only temporary.
[Narrator: Michael Kiske]. [Backing vox: Robert Hunecke- Rizzo]. [Ainae Angel: Nicholas Westerman]. . [Narrator:]. Years went by and Angels sighed. Young girls laughed and old men died.
[Storyteller: Sebastian Thomson]. [Maiden Voice: Amanda Somerville]. [Narrator: Michael Kiske]. . [Storyteller:]. The streets were never more grateful.
[Sorvahr: Thomas Rettke]. . [Krakhon Choir:]. Syrius! [3x]. . [Sorvahr:]. All behold- my masterpiece shines. He'll take control and blur all the lines.
Rat fink asshole, sellin' us out. Mummification, callin' you out. No one's bailin' you out. Corpse disposal been a long time comin'. Let the games begin.
We die one thousand deaths. They held us close to taste the flames. A sacrifice. To pacify the god they've made. The stench of stagnant blood. Collects in pools of misery they drained from us and stained themselves in blasphemy.
Abandoned broken and bleeding. A feast for their eyes a spectacle. A murder of the forsaken. A scapegoat for their suffering. Burn me alive x2. I feel the hatred behind their eyes.
I am the ever-forsaken. Bastard child of your disease. Your dead and abandoned. Strung up for all of you to see.. Naked and screaming. So beautiful, profane. The essence of bleeding, the scars that bear my name. I am the hatred incarnate. I am the chocked and dying screams. I am the sickness inside you longing for... This is the hate that surrounds you. Pray for the endless touch of death. Now burning inside you. I am the scars of your disease..
She wasn't born in that brothel I'm told. Well aware of where she was. Well aware of where she'd end up in what position. Dressed in red down on her knees.
A sickening display, a scar for every line. The beauty and the pain of total agony. These lacerations, the stench of slow decay. It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps. Dreaming of secrets concealed in the deeps. Ohh, of our long forgotten history. Those who are devoted to her know that she keeps.
Cnd lumea se preschimb-ntr-o umed-nchisoare. n care-n van speranta, biet liliac se zbate. Lovindu-se de ziduri, cu-aripi sovttoare. Si dnd mereu cu capu'-n tavanele surpate.
Spirit is your fate and burden. Spirit is your destination. . Once long ago, on a dark night. You felt body and soul unite. In a dream of epiphany. You were given perspicuity, dignity, autonomy, supremacy.
Oh dismal mourning.... I open my weary eyes once again. My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within. Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to.
[Spoken Intro]. . Sometimes the life can be cruel and hard.. You feel that you lack the strength and ability to go on.. As the time has done its healing process you can admit.
As the light's becoming more fierce and the heat is melting your heart. The fire is awakening there's an ancient fear we all know. Ominous, misleading, get entangled in yourself.
When the fate leaves you behind. And drags me off to an unknown destination. Shall my tears shape a sea. On which your boat has to reach the area. . When the storm is most violent.