To Belong (in A New Uniform)

My black arm band, my patent leather boots, my helmet, my holster, where I've dug my new roots. This is my duty, this is my. voice, this is my uniform, this is my choice. This is my head out of the sand, this is my black arm band, this is my new man..

There Is No You And Me

What I'm gonna be has nothing to do, you see. With anything of you and me. There is no you and me, no you and me. . You pushed me to the limit. Tried to take what I've got.

Teknowhore

Depression sets in, my world is grim. Depression is in, post life is dim. I am so low. I am at a low. I'm beneath the hopes and. dreams of everything I know. I see the road to nowhere, it's tattooed in my brain. I'm spitting chunks of BILE, that's drowning me.

Tree

Upon this mount I fand a tree, wat gyf agayne my soule to me!. Wen erthe toc erthe of mortual note and ssulen wormes feste. in thi throte, my nayle-stranged soule will sterte upriss.

The Vision - Lucifer

As I look toward the sky and think of days gone past,. Lucifer - he enter my mind,. born leaders of the quest, and his name is :. LUCIFER ... !.

The Song For Satan

Oh, Satan, you ruler of the world. my love for you is quite unshakeable. my faith in you is unchangeable. I want to have turned cross on my grave. Your picture is branded in my heart.

The Gift Of Life

The gift of life arrives with death, creation left. to sntence lives, declare exile, ancients survive. everyone escape! to heavens halls to wait.. Poised to loose their touch of hate....

The End Of The World

No place to hide, no placy to cry,. no place for future, no place for presence,. no place for war, no place for win,. no place for sun, no place for moon,.

The Devil's Waltz

[Music: Finn Zierler]. [Instrumental].

The Devil's Hall Of Fame

[Music: Finn Zierler]. [Words: Finn Zierler & Jorn Lande]. . Surrender. Lost in the dark. Without angels to guide me Hands of death reaching out for me.

The Birthing Apparatus

The Bending See

We pray to the man made god. Our identity all but lost. Ever searching to find yourself. Through this maelstrom of corporate hell. The bending sea attacks the weak.

The Human Race

[Comprix / Owens]. . Can you help me, I'm drowning slowly. This world that I see, It's not the same. . I look around me, and I see pain. Do I feel sorry, the answer, no I don't.

The Faith

[Owens]. . I hope you have belief in me my brother. What I believe is like no other. I want to live for you, not just for me. The music is the thing that sets me free.

Telling Lies

(Comprix / Owens). . What have you done to this place. You are destroying our race. They think it's time you leave. And time that something's done. . Can you tell them that you are the one.

The Epiphany Of Dillamond Alexander

What is the meaning of thi life that we're leading?. That is the answer, within itself. There is no reason to start fighting what we're given. Yet we seldom see truth in our timeless youth.

Tote Weisse Marder

Aus einer wass'rigen. Andacht in dreifaltiger. Hinsicht erwacht. Verleiht Apfelsaft. dem absonderlichen. Grauen eine seltsam. schreiende Erblast. . Zur blut'gen Verkettung.

Tote Weiße Marder

(Music by Bartsch/Matton - January 1997. Poems by Bartsch - January 1997). Aus einer wss'rigen Andacht. in dreifaltiger Hinsicht erwacht. Verleiht Apfelsaft.

Tote Weie Marder

(Music by Bartsch/Matton - January 1997. Poems by Bartsch - January 1997). Aus einer wss'rigen Andacht. in dreifaltiger Hinsicht erwacht. Verleiht Apfelsaft.

Tod Einer Dieslkatze

[Music by Bethlehem-February 2001]. [Poems by Bartsch-August 2000]. . Nichts ist wie's meist war und doch meist wie immer. Wenn zurck nur bleibt mein Anti-Ich, ist die Tapete.