I'm sorry to hear, of a tragedy in Connecticut. An act of depravity, that should not have been. . May God bless the souls lost,. And comfort the ones not.
The only thing that makes white more bright,. is the color of fire as humans ignite!. People scream as they burn,. The frown on my face inverses its turn!.
Witch hunter - seeks a scapegoat. Witch hunter - words blow in the wind. Witch hunter - seeks a way out. Witch hunter - know all that is sin. . Witch hunter - herald of plagues.
Rise!. Rise!. . Let me tell you a story deep drenched in blood. That unites all of Europe's sons. Let me tell you about the werewolf in man. Before he was whipped by the chains of heaven.
I know you took a bath already. I want you to get into the shower. . Yeah yeah yeah. I want to fuck you on Moscato. Bitch you, hit the lotto. . Red wine in the creases of your nipples.
I remember just last night. We drunk and we fucked whores. And I remember some prayed to their gods. For they knew that tomorrow we marched into Hell.
So has my truth been seen tested by time. Reckoned by age, trialed by fire. Was there wisdom in what I believed. Or was it ghosts by whom I was deceived.
Hunger pumping the venom to strike. Anger ablaze eternal light. Fist full of steel eyes of pain. Fighting the fight in our domain. Fire is the source.
It's not enough to listen. It's not enought to see. When the hurricane is comin'. It's not enough to flee. . It's not enough to be in love. We hide behind the word.
When I'm alone and thinkin' of death. Thinkin' about the world and when it will end. Thinkin' of what is accepted and accepted as true. They're all just fuckin' lies.
Gather 'round all you fire-starters. Whirlwind reapers and comet riders. Come sons of Remus. The beast now calls. Wolf sire children. Daughters of Rome - come!.
He will be there the unhallowed redeemer. The great accuser - The man of the future. Embraced by bitterness and cold compassion. The burning wonder...tears heaven apart.
Let us be the hammer. Let us be the blade. Let us be the mace. Let us be the chain. . Let us rend asunder. Let us crush beneath. Let us hear the sound.
Come in,sit down,Your knees on the ground. Woman you hate,Woman you hate your inno-. Sense its racing,pulse its pacing,Bite marks tracing. track marks down your bleeding neck.
God is dead. Praise hail Satan. Cross has dread. Will to power!. . Victory is one!. . Satan has rise. Phallus demons break. Jet black fire. Evil they make.
Six curses from a spiritual wasteland. What is it, that makes the nightmare so real. What is it, that makes the world so fucked. . I wasn't born to play their games.
And yea tho' you walk in the shadow of self. Do not be afraid if you find it in hell. Do not be a slave to just what has been. To make the virtue of demons is the "ultimate" sin!.
We all know, we all know by now. That you're the only thing you talk about. . So forgive me for bragging out loud. I tried to reason with myself. Tell me what could I have done?.
To the victor the spoils. As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains. Outside - War! The ruthless slay. Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns.
These ears don't deserve the things. You've been feeding them. It's no wonder that you've never done a thing. I wish you'd never talk at all. . These walls talk more than we ever will.