The last of us fails strength too
That's already pointless to arouse
Illusion of work ability
Two empty hads, resist whip gust hard

Human body turns into the living mixture of flesh and blood
Dead tired doesn't already wail
Someone always finds the way to help him

The heartless day without conscience
has just come, everything
has turned to shadow.

The rush is over,
a time lost its meaning long ago.
Believers break their worldly bonds
and turn into ecstasy.

It's pointless to build new walls
and hold the weapons.
Ev

God forsake us for our extensive sins.
Though you're surrounded by omens and miracles,
in this abysmal time, you still don't believe.

Our highest mortal sin is that we don't believe,
but God-doesn't like decision-making,
he is asking for an unequivocal choice.
Faces de

Shapeless masses of plebians, that's the price paid for the
rule of the "chosen ones",
that's the necessary conflict without which the humans wouldn't exist.
Violence produces even more violence, rising instead of declining.

They're blind, accepted all when being in their ment

The teacher of mankind in the
service of god
With his head above all his angels

He's rising spiritual level
of human individuals
Through trials and temptation
Fascinated by the evil for his own pleasure
Revolted against god

There isn't space enough for both

Agony, goes through my body
Painful ecstasy, goes through my soul
Agony, burst of energy
Fury, helpless and anger

Release in myself, the tension
Release in myself, the depressing states
Confused of you, confused of myself, confused of all
Painful ecstasy, atrocity<

Being fed with feathers of dead birds
Dead wings are feeding me with desire to fly
I'm sick of earthness, I'm thinking of thoughts
Which faded away in my mind upon a time

I've got the right to feel myself how I feel
I'm falling asleep flying
In front of my eyes the fac

Exposed to a foreign world
A breaking away from the mother moon
Part and parcel of this cosmic encounter
There is no way back

Exposed to a cold world
And we are dying
Where now does the path lead
Back to suffering? We ask

The center of cosmic chaos
The o

I flayed myself alive
And mere air hurts me already
I maim my soul
I spread my body with salt

Nearly dead with mental pain and confusion
I develop my megalomania in the underground
I suffer like christ
However I am without pain

I suffer like christ
Howev

Mendacious sheep flock that stole your real face
They dressed you in precious robe and
Covered your pain with false majesty
Sheathed your heart with rails of lying light
And conformed your words to their weakness

They placed you against us
The murderer's faeces contain

We knock down edges of our thoughts
We crap them into soft lies
We carefully knock down the edges
And look down upon everything

How many of us are able to stand on bottom?
We deny everything in ourselves
How many of us are able to stand on bottom?
We celebrate ever

Chaos is sorely running across the diseased brain
like a fiery thunderbolt.

Escape from everything and everyone,
let it take myself away.
Disappear without an answer,
escape from everyone.

There is no fear when God is breathing down your face,
the wind is lashin

Suns trembles and earth is howling in pain.
No mercy will be spread by this war.

The angel of death has beckoned to me while smiling,
All my sins will be inherited by my blood.
Those secret corridors in my heart are coming down,
and I only hear the roar of the crumbling st

The collective soul
Succumbs to teh influence of illusions
Fused with the crowd
A virile force, a fanatized sensation

Influenced by aimless ideas
You lose your will in the crowd
Listen to the one who took in from you
He is strong now

Listen to the blind man<

You wake up in me
From endlessly wistful tones
Your are my emotions
You rend through my mouth, still stronger

Powerful wave swell in my chest
And scatter into my eyes
You lead my movements
Still stronger, still clearer

Stretch arms sideways, crucified
St

Far to solitude
Escape out of myself
No thought and no intention
Only beautiful stiffness

Far away from solitude
Be god myself for me
View these strange imnessions
Without realizing that

No thought and no intention
Only impressions which remain in you

Desire to get rid of those thoughts,
to shed symptoms of the sickness,
to straighten out this miserable life.

Some can handle and defeat it, they improve.
Some break and sell out, they decline.

I've sold out myself, so easy.
Don't you just see it? Don't you see how

When there is a storm inside
And your feet don't touch the earth
And you are trying to take fog
Into the tragedy of a moment

Your sleepy awareness
Giving out that screaming tone
You stay hammered
Under the screaming bells

And you wanna move the different sph