Lead my wandering soul through the dark roads of Amenti I will follow the Great Light, your thin body full of might. Join my hands and rise, from the
Intro
I'm caught in a thunderstorm and I've missed my train There are no shelters in this place I'm obliged to take refuge into this old cemetery that seems
We're the so-called monsters We're bong-water hits We're so different from you We're so different within We're the image of fear Something you can
I'm the lord of disillusion drugged-up for the rave Join the unholy party with no masters and no slaves Wear your leather mask and then brand my altar
On the point of death the patriarch said: "Don't bury me in a common grave, But in an unusual, comfortable family vault". You must build my tomb according
[High Tide Cover] [Bonus Track]
[Jesus Christ Superstar Soundtrack Cover] [Bonus Track] I only want to say, If there is a way, Take this cup away from me For I don't want to taste its
I'm the messenger of the Beast, I'm the legate I mediate, the demon, the holy light of summer, the planetary ghost, the seal of Salomon, Holy Guardian
born on the night of Apocalypse We arrived here riding the light We dare the forces of creation We rule the world and the elements. We bring war, death
A new eon is rising from the horizon A new epoch starts A liberator god will drive away the clouds Of our slavery The great horus will reclam his rightful
I've seen you, I've seen you The double-headed one You appeared to me like an obscene child You've revealed, you've disclosed All your secret lust All
Come in the house of the cyber god And connect your soul to heaven The digital church grants you salvation 24 hours a day Kneel to the holy terminal
countless tentacles advance in the darkness on a hopeless night. They leave the message of their evolution the scheme of a life based on our death They
're pale as the moon mysterious as the night your beauty's like a statue you're cold as ice! You're motionless in your grave silent like Death you're
She worked in a carnival locked up in a pit And drew in lots'o customers 'cause she had a fucekd-up nitch She was a sick attraction half woman and half
pyramid, I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan, And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear; I cured or struck with sickness, death
wait for your return how long must I cry and mourn but now I know that you can live again. In the darkness where you rest I will fight against death