01 - Der Antichrist / Die Krähen schrein
Die Krähen schrein
und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt :
bald wird es schnein, -
wohl dem, der jetzt noch - Heimat hat !
Nun stehst du starr,
schaust rückwärts, ach ! wie lange schon !
Was bist du Narr
vor Winters in die Welt entflohn?
Die Welt - ein Tor
zu tausend Wüsten stumm un kalt !
Wer das verlor,
Was Du verlorst, macht nirgends halt.
Nun stehst du bleich,
zur Winter-Wanderschaft verflucht,
dem Rauche gleich,
der stets nach kältern Himmeln sucht.
Flieg, Vogel, schnarr
dein Lied im Wüstenvogel-ton ! -
Versteck, du Narr,
dein blutend Herz in Eis und Hohn !
Die Krähen schrein
und ziehen schwirren Flugs zur Stadt :
bald wird es schnein, -
weh dem, der keine Heimat hat !
02 - Der Tod von Gott
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03 - (Un-betitelt)
Ad Satanas Lucifer diabolus dei nostri excel!
Shall this human sacrifice make arise the temple stones
As I cut with bloody lust the breast of a virgin trust
Cause I'm not afraid of dead I hail all satanic bonds
I am killing all your morals, I am breeding from thy mourning
I hail all satanic nature even Christendom corruption
I shall not complain about greed of big media control planing
I know they are ruled by Satan and our master rules you too
Someone's crying about hate and is bleeding with damned love
Though the other will not hear and this world remains in sin
In the social control scene or in the religious creed
Thou my father Satan win overall reality
Satan's realm's the fucking world, in which fools will rule the fools
Satanas's the mighty lord, he commands all their fool moves
By his kaos was bestowed over us the wisdom pain
And he sets our wisdom too, painful knowledge but it's true
Pain is me, lust is me, hate is me
I now hate all the ones o'er this stage
They are sick, I am sick, we must bleed
Dead must be the only way out of here
But I know Satanas won't let me
Doing always Satan's will, killing everyone thou see
And you fight until you die for at least dream in being free
But we are nothing but slaves of the one with gloomy horns
So if you can perceive it, worship Satan endlessly
We are dying for desires that will never come true facts
For Lord Satan is the kaos that will guide the nonsense acts
Though we try to save our lives if the other seems to oppress
I will never recognize that scenes control is on me
If they try to reach my mind, I will always disagree
But be sure that this don't means I won't try to reach on yours
As in killing and being killed the distinction's far between
So I'd like that Satan's dreams are of me o'er all this shit
But the things I perceive now are not far from the opposite
I know I'm falling so deep and my sorrow endless seems
Yet being waiting then to die but the abyss won't grant this
So I beg upon to thee: kill yourself and thus please me
Pain is here inside me as I breathe
To delight I shall now celebrate
Turn the cross upside down chant the spell
The black mass is the end cut my throat
I like this, worship him, dying fast.
04 - Unheimlicher Mond
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