Child of a fantasy. Demon of tyrants. Soil of atrocities. Mirror of sin. Once in a while when the drainedaways dream Of your speech as an eternal truth
Incorporated blood lust Incinerated carcass Incarnated in my blood Indecent Death Whore rules Inanimated death fuck Interlocked repulsive souls Incantations
Caress the deceitful snake, The one who speaks in tongues Of all my devastating truths, Collect the power of my dreams A fiendish lust a hallow trust.
Inside a mind so deranged, how I wish you all were dead, Annoying humanity sickens me, I contemplate your extinction, Inside my castlewalls life runs
The claws of death await you Soul less on your deathbed The witches dance in circles As your manhood fades away A shapeshifter appears before you
There's a sign carved deep In the palm of your hand There's a birthmark craving On the left side of your heart Your life was forever structured Composed
No spiritual awakenings exists, extreme effort of pulling life. Cornucopia of diseased dreams, In the combination of lesser worlds, Vultures feasting
I saw an eye in the sky, Our lady sneaks of the world revealed, upon the shores of the end, everything comes to life in me. My eyes have opened to the
"I will present you with this fornication. Something in space-time is logically ill." Your past was never quite there, there was nothing that loose in
Incessantly prevalent and magnanimous Fulminate, convincing and inviolable Lodging the earthly shivers Determined not to be vanished Because it's prophesied
You say it's all about intention A chimera in disguise, its about your life, the greed The loneliness it needs now Just to say you've claimed the prize
This union made us powerless is talking over our heads Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan Stuck by deadly rhythm of the production line Stuck
This is pulse, this is sound This is the beat of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah
I'm tired of losing myself in some Stupid childhood dream of what I could've been Money proves the point, and I'm stuck between Summer holidays and punk
Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul
Petrol bombs and barricades, anything to have our say Consequence of no choice at all, empires rise and empires fall Now it's time to flip some coins
I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want
To sing you must first open your mouth You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar
