Fire is changing into darkness neither god nor madman is born she's full secrets and wild she's inaccessible for tears and bitterness
Water is changing into light neither a new god nor a friend is born she's full of repugnance and the tragic she's a naked strumpet, full of lust
You come at once - that's the way it should be you are not one of us... you can lust and hate you are not one of us...
You don't understand my whisper you don't understand the words in the poisonous mouth so beautiful - painful night
Cause you're beyond the ring beyond god beyond fire and you don't have to be my whore and nun
You don't have to be my whore and nun your naked burden falls today full of repugnance you don't have to pretend when you're kissing you aren't connected with the unknown and don't have to be my whore dressed in soutane...
Go away go and quit this night
The wind is making a web on my mouth feeds the burning fire feeds this love from god and satan
2. Necro'no'manticism
So bloody night soiled with desire slowly awakes like death looks in your eyes this night leaves too, she's wearing a coat she's leaving taken by the horses of day
We come here to glorify death to take of irons from the face we come here to sink the fear to get rid of repugnance
This night is to resemble a temple this night is the only sanctity we will apply it's oil to your bodies and the screams will flow out of one mouth into another This night is death it's a last kiss it's a forgiven sin
We come here to glorify death to bid the day farewell with screams and singing we come here to sink in death and to devote us to this entirely
It's our sanctuary a temple of lost travellers searching for their own worlds
Possesed by lusts they celebrate the brutality of silence they search for an unknown god naked truths in irons chained to the rocks and bloody sacrifices hate ragging around and angert making the hands burst treaded traces arround to the weird castles the warriors of barbarous tribes the last among the real ones they don't escape from fear in churches of killing glorifying diamonds and beautiful women they will find their own home in illusion the last so faithful till the end without death
3. Faithless
This night this belief suicidal curse the priest are screaming in chorus thirsting the don't breakup the night
This night a lonely scream dies faithful in the moon the naked wrapped with thorny grass three crosses soiled the dawn
The priest are here the worship the crosses at dawn and the sacrifice becomes the truth in their hands
One can see the night in the fire it's a crusade without belief being strong enough to lift a stone to lift to the sky my blood...
Wich is drink in brain pans it's a drink of lonelyness the ritual of a crime my blood is a joy for the masters the corpse the gods food
So fuck my thoughts rape my dreams and cut my veins and drink, drink
Die with me
4. Prophetical...Part III
God - you were a martyr not worth praying your grave won't be adorned with flowers but with infants blood
Satan touched the dawn and devoted the sky to the powers the sky born in the blood but out wedlock
God, I scoff at your words couse your graves been spat with fire you won't be eternity you won't be nothingness
The Subject on their knees bitterly accept these moments the satan is being coronated
