And there's someone Always laughing over me A taste of my inferiority It mocks me and weakens me Emphasizes what is wrong with me And now that I am not
Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax Je ne dors plus Je te desire Je veux aller au bout des mes fantasmes Je sais que c'est interdit Prends
The Bloodline Is The Straightest. Pure As Lies. We Refine, Filter. Purify, Our Kind. Is that not Civilized? Why?
[Music: Henk van der Laars] [Lyrics & vocal melody: Ian Parry] In a dangerous environment, a single mother fights against tradition. Protecting her son
We were born pagans, never to live by the book of lies, we, who blash the church and spit on the cross, for we are the unorthodox. [Voice: Andreas] [
The memories far beyond the reckoning Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk with
Give you soul to devil Sacrifice your life Young body on altar You're never gonna die! We're never gonna die Look at my hands, look at my face, evil
Defoliate the lies from the sheets of the blessed manuscript Leaving behind a book of irrational fairytales and lore Burning scorn of signs and statues
Dark rituals at a place of horror In Satan's name sacrifices were made On an altar of the dark side On the eighth day god created hell Church of sacrifice
(Instrumental)
Tradução: Dimmu Borgir. Poco ortodoxo Manifiesto.
Tradução: Edge Of Sanity. El poco ortodoxo.
Tradução: Fin. Ortodoxa sin precedentes.
Tradução: KLF. Church Of The KLF.
Tradução: Sunn O. Caveman ortodoxos.
Tradução: Tabú. Iglesia del veneno Mente Karma Chameleon.
Tradução: Xtc. Iglesia de las Mujeres.