I keep the seal of good in me to bird I send me invocation I sign of beast is secret key provide traditions frustration
Their slumber can not make me scared They are so weak, their skin so pale..
Forgotten Gods, that brought a wisdom, that ligth the fire of pentagrames... But does they costs of all these victims ? I lay my hand on crossed ground
All prophets, all saints Resting in earth... Hiding their madness by the name of worth...
Washing their blood Hidding in signs ........
You are old, Father, the young man cried, The few locks which are left are grey; You are hale, Father, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
I'VE been a hopeless sinner, but I understand a saint, Their bend of weary knees and their contortions long and faint, And the endless pricks of conscience, like a hundred thousand pins, A real perpetual penance for imaginary sins.
I love to wander widely, but I understand a cell, Where you tell and tell your beads because you've nothing else to tell, Where the crimson joy of flesh, with all its wild fantastic tricks, Is forgotten in the blinding glory of the crucifix.
I fall on knees in yearning On them I shed my tears My soul in Hell is burning For all this wasted years
Like candle burning my desire But will it able to come true? I burn! my soul is set on fire... In grave to hide i asking you.
I do not wish to be alone I want to know love's calm and grace I can't forget her since she's gone Once more to fall in her embrace
However tried, all was in vain Fate does not want to be released Oh, how it awfull - cry in pain, Seeing loved pairs which kissed..
Eternaly I watch The souls become incorporeal My totems I catch And I enjoy their suffering
Have you forgetted, who was he? That he is God's antagonist.. Have you forgetted, how he lived Walking the path of antichrist...