: Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
: Blood Blood Blood Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart Leeches slimy
: Death once walked this relic land He came while all would sleep Death held up his bony hand And with it death did sweep Across all land and water With
: Augsburg eagle
: When I'm gone and my time had come to shut these eyes of mine No stones must be erected I will leave but ash behind Tell no tales about me when you
: A flash like the birth of a sun A pillar of virgin fire Now glowing a ruby cloud The finger of death reaching higher Radiant dust a chimney rise Desert
: Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown
: Youngsters prostitute themselves It's all part of the game Wwalking up amd down the pavements That bears both stars and names Automatic fire Sacred
: Industrialised abortions The organs lined up on the shelves Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace With your pitful fucking selves So full
: Finally the purifying storm First we die then be reborn So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die Many head serpent is here at our side
: Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side All still, the day asleep,
: Satan My Master I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood Satan My Master Up side down I turn the cross of God Satan My Master Recieve this sacrifice
: The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge
: Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland Hollywood bound in 1983 Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life The city of sun and
: Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
: Burning limbs and deformed steel The shells cuts through the sky The corpses fills the the endless fields It's shoot to kill or die The gas pours
: "Tendons and muscles of steel. And the blaze of lightning in its eyes. White as the snow on the hills. And its reins, that I hold, they are mine.
: Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his