mourning the decay bitter ungodly enemy cast into heavy woe left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)
out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)
the realisation of the position no longer vulnerable having played the music no one could understand serenade to the devil's den - he, the final frontier!
defaming judgement upon the starving souls mourning self-made pestilence cannon fodder for the apocalypse
a haunt for every unclean spirit lord of the flies or kingdom of death circle the prey, show them your eyes, they bear witness of centuries of might
predecessor who blessed us with grace in sempiternal fight excessive aggression - fire is the definite sign of rebirth!
the elders' electrons channelled through you carried by thy night supremacy born to win this battle, defeat is the tongue of the whore
powerdrive flytrap satanachist were gonna burn this place to the ground harmony dies possessed hellchild moonshine suffer not the children voyeur mystique too loud (for the crowd)