Brain dead, descending to flame. No way to survive or have life regained. Re-animation to bring back the dead. Revive the soul, resurrect. . Synthetically revived to regain control.
I feel the fire burn my mind. Infared thoughts sent through me. Armed with burning intellect. Destroy and let my power free. . Pyrokinesis. . Child prodigy of the abyss.
Echoing, ripping through the silence. Tearing the soil off my soul. Silent you are, yet so loud. Beautiful, still so violent and harsh. . As you bleed so beautifully.
Taunted and controlled by hell demons in my mind now dwell. Speaking in voices that aren't mine darkness and my soul combine. Forces make me take the knife want me to take someone's life.
Like the shadow from Mordor, creeping slowly forward,. Unleashed from it's sanctuary by the devil in man,. The world thrown into torm. ent by their uncarping greed,.
Trapped in life with peace of mind,. Leaving the past behind. Destiny has been planned if born again. Relevations sets your fear, armageddons near. A mental crutch, a resisting hype,.
[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson]. [Music: Dinsdale, Svensson]. . Rise, angel of night, in glamorous pride. and spread thy polluted wings. Destroy the fundamental conditions.
Ignite the candles of hell burn to my coven's spell. Bound by human flesh recite the book of the dead. Necronomicon. Black forces open the grave death is now my killing slave.
Jonny can you hear me?. Turn that music down. You're making too much noise. I mean it do it now. . All that stuff is evil. Ozzy, Judas Priest. There's backwards messages.
My mind in constant pain. My thoughts dwell on what is profane. Becoming inhumane. Hate, rise above compassion. Emotions surge to this reaction. My Eyes See Red.
[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson]. [Lyrics: Dinsdale]. . I've disarmed the weak for the lies to show. I've fought without mercy I've slain with my sword.
Who do you want to be today. Who do you want to be. Who do you want to be today. Do you wann be just like somone on T.V.. Oh boredom is so horrible it's like a dread.
[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson]. [Lyrics taken from Walter De La Mare's "The Green Room"]. . Tomorrow waits me at my gates. while all my yesterdays swarm near.
Looking across the giza plateau of sand. The tombs of the kings on the horizon they stand. All meanings have been lost through. Winds of ancient time.
Licked and seduced by cerulean waves. as I travel through millions of coloured skies. To wach and to touch the night that enslaves. and listen to choirs of tormented cries.
Generals gathered in their masses. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Sorcerers of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning.
Lurking in the shadows. Hidden from the light. Amidst the degradation. His thirst for blood arise. . The growing need for pleasures. The growing need for flesh.
Energy generates to make waste of this earth. Reactor overloads, we inherit a curse. Cannot avoid the radiation intake. Cannot correct the irreversible mistake.