obtained Apostasy of religions and faith, art of the heathen Heretic, not a neophyte Blaspheming all holy rites A wolf among the sheep My pride, I shall keep I am heathen
Riding towards the horizon Upon the monumental rocks, awaiting the end of a dishonourable life, I perceive my morality fading to a weakly seeming substance
These are the ancient woods Those cover the secrets The little spirits, unvisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds
Unter dem Schein des Mondes auf dem von Fackeln erleuchteten Pfad. Blutige Finger, gespaltener Geist angstliche Blicke
Do you hear the cries those tear the silence of night Cries of forgotten souls, signed by a painful life. In search for the real truth, the ancient
The church is a whore of revelation Gins and vices rule in it Church don't spring from Jesus but from malefactores The pope is the leader of all malevolence
One by one now Breath out so I can breath you in heathen machine Heathen machine like no man can ever be Now long before your walls fall in heathen
[Written by: Ritchie] Feel the steel breeze Maybe I've been kissed by angels Ruby sky The devil's playground maybe I cannot compare to this Beyond
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie] I. I can see. I can see everything from here And I. I'm in the theatre of my mind I'm plying every role and I wish
[Written by: Ritchie] So silent so free of everything So softly the bindings fall So very close to ending So silent forever more No angels no stairway
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie] Sit down beside me let me feast upon your dreams You can fill up all your emptiness from here Tell me all about everything
from blazing heavens eternal sin Time stands forever unending dreams Never Know the endning this is my fractured life The machine is rising the machine is rising from within Heathen
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie] What about here and now The ever afters sitting on the big reveal It's all about one defining moment And I'm damned
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie] Enter a land where the sky still bleeds Empowered to turn every mountain into sand And fears to dreams Falling from
[Written by: Ritchie, Southern & K] Images of the world now make no sense Noises fused without a warning Open eyes it makes no difference There's nothing
the mono-dream the unnatural laws of things unseen For our people it's not meant to be They say that we are gone, but I can't let you down The heathen
De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen
