The Majestic horns of Baphomet. are indeed our occult banners proudly up in the air!. The androgynous light of Lucipher. is our noble passion, most dear and rare!.
In your every moment. With your every breath. Even far away, your eyes are ways. Disputing my darkness. . In your darkest hour. With the dying sun. Preying all alone.
I'm only real. In places I cannot be. . My right hand rebels. And chops off the left. Airy ape walks into stage. He tries to stay erect. . The one who never slept.
I will manipulate you. Until it becomes a vice. I will dispose of you. Until it becomes a vice. Let me exxagerate you. Distort you from inside out. love you by different rules.
In your soul time when you're closing down. Shadow sun. Divine sleep of death. Divine sleep of death. . I am, babe, standing still. In the blackest rain.
Father Satan send the Serpent. Poison me with your tongue. Envolve me in a darkness shell. Grant me all the powers of hell. Lucy Feris... bringer of light.
On my knees now. I'll inflict myself some real love. On my knees now. I'll choke myself in troubled love. . On my knees now. I'll purge myself of real love.
Curse the day, hail the night. Flower grown in the wild. . In your empty heart. In the breast that feeds. Flower worn in the dark. . Can I steal your mind for a while?.
Find me with the howling. In the night I will be waiting under. Remember how cold the touch. When you fall with another. . Approaching the eternal day.
Originally performed by Depeche Mode. . Sacred. Holy. To put it in words. To write it down. That is walking on hallowed ground. I'm a missionary. . So here is my confession.
In each of your failures. I saw my victory. And each time you fall. A knife tattoos a smile. On my lips. You are now empty of life. And I am drunk with death.
I remember her as a child. Raven...on and on with her raven claws. Carving...on and on with her raven claws. How she lusts when she remembers. The night of her first blow.
eternal life runs so slow. eternal kisses are cold. while you play your lamentation show. why do you think they are beautiful?. Let the candles burn. And the stakes go through the soul.
La fora esto os. senhores da guerra. E cantam j hinos de. vitria. Qual a historia desta. terra?. o medo, ali mesmo. . C dentro esto os. homens espera.
"Voa Serpente do orgulho,. Me da terra, nossa Me. Lei daqueles que clamam. P'lo Homo Natura, p'la flama,. Voa ertico Pentagramma. E destroi, e destroi quem te ama.".