[Music by Rhaa, Herr Doktor, Vidar, lyrics by Vidar, Rhaa]
Misery... came to redeem us with
Dignity... of the icons of
death
Jesus Christ... and his crestfallen sight
Tragedy... of the split divine
V bezutesnej tisine rozplinul sa
tie,
Prekonany asom v ten osudny de,
Zo scholastickych vod narazil na breh
A vokol rozliehal sa Erazmov smiech
Z popola doby
povstal, aby vyrazil vpred,
Sumrak bohov privolal, im uhasil svoj smad,
Osvieteny posadil sa spa na udsky tron
A obratil kriz - s
vervou - s novym posolstvom... ku nam
Ornaments of Torture Unique, Severed Limbs repaired,
And will with urge to control
sensibility long dead,
With oceans, bleeding orgasms, perverted sainthood I
Philosophy of new day vengeance born, condemned to
die.
Feed me dirt, scum bathe my body, slowly hours pass,
But eyes refuse to stare the way the painful heart
demands...
Self-hatred carnival and masks expressing self-pressed anger
God hidden in atom, divine chemistry
Manuf(r)actured
poetry for the vengeance of the new millennium
Blasphemy as exit from the stabwounds of our fate,
Set ablaze in freezing darkness
mummified verse,
Where tons of human flesh cells fulfill promethean curse,
Labyrinth of straight path Christendom of
trust?
Forever incomprehensible to us... (Christendom of trust???)
Where are all the wizards now? Who can hear their
cries?
Time has buried their torsos in the dirt...
Whom they shall preach, whom shall they praise...
Only Whores of modern
Babylon...
But still... a memory out to the distance...
Reminding of the moment... close to their death
Now watch the icons
bleed, the heavens weep and pandemons black'n'roll...