At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the darkened plains
Deserted and dead it declares its place
spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island
In a black, poisonous haze
This was the first spot where
the angel Lucifer set his foot
And claimed and declared this view as his home
He came from the north, and alone was he not
joined by the followers from the roads he had roamed
Here he set his haven. Here where angels die
Here he baptise the newcomers
in fire. On the Devil's own Sinai.
"Sinai roars as your frail brittle bones viciously torn, mutilated
Bleeding lava pulsating like blood, 'neath your skin as it withers and
Still the damned gather here
Amidst burning smoke beneath black skies
Hellhounds bark at the northern pale view...
This is the common abyss for all
Where the red, melted stone fl ow a scorching river
Into the day in north, and in south... the night.
And here (Here
you are) on the outstretching fields (On Elysium grounds)
Far away (Far away from life). God (God) is out of reach
gather to spit and curse and bark
From the south of heaven where angels are told
Not to approach nor to look nor to set
Where the truth of Armageddon will unfold
Here they sacrifice the captured saints .
Here is where the torture
Here is where you abandon your faith.
On the Devil's own Sinai...
They wait and wail in ghastly pain
deep inside, insane.
Inflict a wound you heal in vain
As blood pours black from pierced veins
They crush and cut, the dark stone
A ribcage opens, a hole that frames
A soul unstained and struggling sane
Beneath the burning rain ...
the fields of evil pleasure.
Discovering the abyss' deepest hidden treasure
Bending borders of emotional measure
into the fields of evil pleasure...
It's always been there, and forever it will
Stay untouched by the tooth of
Standing with majestic intimidation
Bat-winged creatures surrounding its peak,
High above Hell they all fly
screaming in demonic celebration
And here (Here you are) on the outstretching fields (On Elysium grounds)
Cast into the fields
(Cast into the fields) of evil pleasure
Forever (Forever) awaiting only to (die)
[Cast into fields of evil pleasure -
[If you can imagine a spot in between worlds where one side describes the positive (yin, summer, daytime) and the other
describes the opposite. We take the basic elements: Heaven and Hell. Then you imagine that the hordes of Hell have conquered this spot,
and that from here they can see Heaven again, but don't really dare to go any further. This was the borderline, and now they are standing
closer than ever, maybe to break loose on Heaven's green fields, maybe ready to stay on stand-by forever.]
[I think the idea of the
song was just to make the borderland, but then I tended to fill it up with all kinds of nasty figures. ("Here they sacrifice the captured
saints, here is where the torture awaits, here is where you abandon faith: The Devil's own Sinai"). I liked the idea of the Devil's Own
Sinai, and if I was the Devil and wanted to poke God in the ribs by making my own Sinai, where would I build it but the brink of Heaven,
just to say: "Yeah? Well look what I've got!". But I think my favourite line in this song must be " This is the common abyss for all
alike, Where red melted stone flow a scorching river, Into the day in north, and in south; the night." I kind of like that
[And here, while being poked in your guts, you can still see Heaven shining north of where you lie strapped down. Quite