Snow has fallen in deep
After midnight you leave
Drunken of purple
....a personal statement of our singer on this topic....
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...not necessarily the world we live in, could be a
dads abusing newborn blood prayers
from a priest in heat a
HYMN FOR THE CHOSEN ONES
( Words: Süssenbeck / Music: Böhm,
Fat Priests Become The Purulent Flux Of The Church
Disfigured,Desecrated,Spitten
when the dead paint with white hands
a laughing silence on
Lonesome under stars tent
Walks through the silent hour
Boy wakes out
Within Dead Hearts
A Bleeding Face Of Pain
One Voice Sounds
Sobing With
Dark mirrors curse
The ivory grief
Brown pearls fade
Shadows on pale walls
Deca
Snow has fallen in deepAfter midnight you leaveDrunken of purple
Knights of terror and insanityRuling peoples destinyForced by crippeled historyD
Breath of feverish poisonLeads my mind in spheresFeeling myself clinched,
(prostitution of the world)dads abusing newborn blood prayersfrom a priest
RiseThe madness of a big city where in the evening
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