Schafe scheren. Die Hungersnot zieht ubers Land, der Tod folgt allzugleich nur einer tragt ein Prachtgewand und ist unendlich reich Der Landvogt, der ist ein Tyrann
lives Drowning in a sea of lies Tyrannical, the pain and power I covet Cranial dispersions, submissive to me Tyrannical, I cannot be stopped Great power
why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that
What has in truth already vanished is never to return What once has failed will not rise again, fallen forever Heavens gate will fall, the creations
Hoch am berg dort thront sein Schloss, nichts entgeht des adlers Blicken. seine schergen hoch zu Ross, lange schon den Lebensmut ersticken. Wer den
So many years have passed since my death Maggot-ridden I rest Six feet beneath I remember my existence Outcast, cultist, murderer Shrieks of pain in
Witching hour, black moon tugging So silent here, so cold Red haired witch, I can smell your grave Down there, hidden in the soil Cold, cold daemon
Grave Dreamer - Hunger inside - Oppressor Union of flesh - Lust beyond life Aborted demon I am Advocate of horror Sinner sublime - Atrocity awaits
Hidden beneath unholy soil Chained to the grave and rotting Morbid spells and evil blood Cold soul, evil desire Ancient witchcraft haunts the night
From the wells of night From the nuclear void The black goat of the woods The black goat with a thousand young Bringer of strange joys Bringer of death
Corruptive soil, daemon stench Hate bleeds from an ancient tomb Sepulchral eyes, rigid grin My visions are mortals poison Abyssic chants roam the night
Arise ancient evil Black supremacy, sensual bitch Draped in fire and darkness Your witchcraft haunts my dreams Delightful evil sins I will be your morbid
Come my precious, dance with me Barefoot on broken glass Embrace the passion of the cyclone Hell-fuelled, hell-ridden Steel-fisted blasphemy Hurt yourself
"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange eons even death may die" Can you feel the pulse of the dead? Crawling through your dreams Can
(It's a dirty job- but somebody's gotta do it) Why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next G-7 picnic? It seems easier
Space trap the time Mind owes the world The perfect twin for your spatial globe I am your parallel existence The fate / The wrong / The extremely forbidden