Tongues of flame Lick the night sky Conflagration Acrid smoke rise Singing of Troy While my city dies And on the sixth day The ferile twins cried
As I watch it burn As I watch it burn
Domus Aurea My citadel proud God, Father, King Thy temple torn down Rumors persist A goat for the crowd Thus I offer thee Disciples (of the) etched shroud
As I watch them burn As I watch them burn Like marionettes on a pyre Gardens lit by holy fire In darkness shines, light of your life For this I decree…
Fot all eternity shall I be your anti-christ!
As I watch them burn! As I watch them burn!
It always begins with a song of prayer and the faint crackling of kindling surrendering to a spark.
Then as the pungent smoke rises the prayer fills with panic and my heart begins to warm while the screaming begins.
My, how the still of night is split by the shrieks of agony as the flames gently crawl up their legs.
And as I bend to smell the flowers lit by their writhing, charred bodies I smile and rightly proclaim “I am a god!”, “I am a god!”, “I AM A GOD!!!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.