I mourn (The angels, thee helpless ones) I'm sworn (To the black, the unholy one) You're torn (A victim of my sick mind) I'm beyond a man? I'm a god? Your face (Seen it a million times before) Your race (Ain't nothing but a bunch of whores) In grace (Your paradise is torn) All I know, blood will flow
As I mourn the angels in heaven And the helpless ones I'm dying for All souls are united forever It doesn't matter no more
Watch me as christianity's deleted I'm flesh and blood, I'm more than your god Watch me as christianity's deleted I'm flesh and blood, I'm more than your god
Your mind (Is fucked up with a bunch of lies) Your eyes (Hallucinating, a paradise?) Your lies (Can't hold me back from telling mine) Do you hate me? Well, so do I! Your flesh (So easy to scrape from it's bones) Your kind (Can't stand the sight of your soul) Erased (The End? Or will you rise again?) So be it, I'll hunt you down again!
As beauty withers and finally dies I hear the mourning, the angels cry I procreate the spoken lies As beauty withers and dies I fear for the heavens to crave back my soul (And) destroy the picture, the perfect whole I re-create the untold lies And burn my soul to ashes...to ashes...
As beauty withers and finally dies I hear the mourning, the angels cry I procreate the spoken lies As beauty withers and dies
Pale faces burn my eyes as I behold The fall of the whores as the truth unfolds A burning sensation of joy inside my head As their souls try to escape death
I laugh as their god never shows I laugh as their god never shows I laugh as their god never shows All I know, blood will flow
Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell Exploit your beauty, explore my hell It's getting cold again, the insanity remains the same Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name Mine is yours, yours is not mine, you bid farewell Exploit your beauty, explore my hell It's getting cold again, the insanity remains the same Eternal, infernal, in a bitter symphony I hear your name
I stand so speechless now, my devotion fades away
You whisper sadly to me: "So god is dead... So am I... So am I... So am I..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
