When the time comes for marriages to end when all the black gowns are called and sent to darken doors and pay them penance for wishing death before
Forget the politics and all the hypocrites You know the body's sick from religion, indecision, mediocrity You think you're too young You say you're
True necrofuck Satan occultic The night has become to burn Might inferno danse macabre Scars of worshipping true evil bleed again The night is here,
Du bezahlst fur ihren Segen Fur die Angst vor dem Tod Dein Geld halt sie am Leben Gibt ihnen ihr taglich Brot Du hangst an ihren Lippen Und Du glaubst
I would often go there To the tiny church there The smallest church in Sussex Though it once was larger How the rill may rest there Down through the
With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do all the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you write all
Words i'd love to say to you but what to say if you can't be mine you're counting the minutes time has never been on my side too young and too pretty
Caged in unholy temples where human life was revaluated Cursed eternal wanderers who would find their final earthly destination Scorned in blazing furnaces
Dwelling in the chamber Surrounded by divine images They invoke the visions of terror They desecrate all that is good and holy Lord needs no bowing
Her dead eyes look into oblivion Lips slightly open with fragments of bloody teeth Still attached Cold light grey skin with only few stains of blood
Blow of new winds against your face Cold rain no more cleanses northern soil What never felt like yours, is recognized Feeling of belonging arises when
Too many nights have passed by Nothing has been done Urge for revenge is rising Total storm of purification Unbroken seal of unbroken contract Shattered
Lured to unforgiven act Into atrocious crimes Forbidden abuse And repulsive sins They are Trembling, Under the hand of the true libertine Beyond good
Just let me ask you: Hey, have you heard of my religion? It's called the Church of Hot Addiction And we believe that God has lust for everything Because
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing (Thanks to Magdalena for these lyrics)
Chorus x uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one come on X17 u shittin me a X15 Dem aint edie golds in
"Might of mountains, free Blowing through the trees Rolling down the valleys Ten thousand years Church Of Real Metal! The rite of being free Setting
Dance if you're wounded Dance if you're torn into Dance broken open Dance with nothing to lose Dance when you're wounded Dance when you're torn into