I am the horned Beast with the seven heads.. I bear the whore, drunk with the blood of Jesus.. I rise from the abyss to avenge the memory of my martyrs,.
Come here I'm gonna tell you how this will end.. Come here I'm gonna drag you down as they ascend. Guns go off and acid rains down, the face of this town.
[The Omen Soundtrack Cover]. . Have you ever seen the Holy Light?. I want to reach all wisdom's highest degrees to write my book.. I had to fight against hostile ghosts.
Acid streams from the Chalice over the newborn body,. Pain rises like deadly waves of sulphur. And it cries with despair and supplicates. As it dissolves its sweet flesh.
In a tree the branches gows. Thank to the light of the sky. And at the same time,. The roots grows. Thanks to the darkness of the ground. . But in the centre of the ground.
From the Thirteen Apostles men. Pregnant nymphets hast they become. Defiled with divine faeces;. Despicable rot, tortured flesh. . Those eyes have witnessed..
The american psycho says. The american psycho wants. The American psycho says. The american psycho needs. . Let me hynotize you Let me take control. Let me radiate you stupid little soul.
No place to hide, its time to suffer. After the tracking come the tortures. You'll worship the Devil before you piss away. Tremble at the thought of this unholy revenge.
And now you sleep. Your longest and last sleep. With no awakening. . Under that holy cross. That stands tall in the wind in memory.. . The epitaph upon your grave.
Hearken, thou, until I relate things. that shall come to pass in latter ages of the world,. for we are the seeds of the triumph yet to come.... Only a few, in the multitudes upon earth,.
Let me be a bad teacher without taboos and games. Let me now provoke you with my truth and fame. I'm a living sculpture and my body is art. I can change my aspect right the way I want.
Our skies are forever black. Here is no signs of life at all. For burning spirits we are. Consuming your small universe. Slowly but surely. No one believes in us.
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur,. quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.. . Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the.
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument. Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes. Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation. And uterine strangulation by the wreaths.
Death is coming fast. She's my only faith. And no one will be ignored. This is a sick quest. I know I'm insane. But I don't want to be cured. Relentessly.
Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking. the chains of dignity. Human bodies become the temples of impurity. Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy. Celebrate forbidden practices, bearers of immortality.
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument. Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes. Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation. And uterine strangulation by the wreaths.
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine. Amniotic liquid of another kind. That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god.
Look up to the sky. See the stars there, shining bright. Are they the aim. The aim we should all reach for. That launch us into space. But who thinks of the earth.