"Rebellion"
Two alone in sack of skin
playing the role of slave themaster of war
that is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptness, bound to flesh
that is my hell
Penitent rebel
riding the ether or grovelling in the mud
I know how little is the value
of that which has a price
Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way
Two alone in sack of skin
playing the role of slave the master of war
that is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptness, bound to flesh
Captured and tortured
I don't want this, I want to leave
How can one go when on has already arrived?
Flight is an illusion
and even triumph is bitter
when only the battle is ciunted
I know how little is the value
of that which has a price
Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way
"I Love The Dead"
I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.
I love the dead before they rise,
No farewells, no goodbyes.
I never even knew your now-rotting face.
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave.
I have other uses for you, Darling.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
Yes I do.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love... the dead.
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"After The Sepulture"
Nothing ever stops
Everything starts again
The end and the beginning
Are eternal lovers
Prisoners of or bodies
From the cot to the grave
Impotent puppets
We aspire to the light
The sun will turn in black
You will see the dark...
After the sepulture
After the sepulture
Grams of their brother's cries
Spirit lastly free oneself
Like raise the incense smoke
And the funeral orations
Here time is unreal
Hours and minutes are meaningless
Here eternity has a name
Remorse and penitence
The sun will turn in black
You will see the dark...
After the sepulchre
Life is just an illusion
Going round and round
"To Our Martyrs"
Reign of fear, of war,
of silense, of resignation
under the rules of the book of lies
trawling the wrong path
led like cattle
Never try to understand, accept, obey
follow followers
and forget who you are
What's a life style, to live for orders
to share all with everybody
to answer love to hate
Never try to understand, accept, obey
follow followers
and forget who you are
Take each single insult and injury
as a present, as a spiritual gold
to buy your place in heaven
I spit at your god's face
I piss on the cross
I vomit on the holy Bible
I shit on the blessed whore and her bastard son
I desacrate, crush and destroy
all which is sacred, all which is blessed
I've found the one who lives in me
Brothers and sisters
time for change is comming
bells for revenge strike the end of times
By faith, by forse
we'll walk toward the light
and forever be our own god
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