Texty:
Nembrionic

Mastering the unclean spirit Reborn I am Practice infanticide I use insecticide I a mastering all what's unclean What needs to be done Which was not

Cutting through the black sand A highway with the speed of light Introducing twist to the heavens The fallen angel rides now at my side Feel the burning

You claimed to be a frustrated pig True ally of the thought Not the one we now should fear Guard is from what's wrong Oh, you treasure what's wellknown

I feel triumph, call me names As rage is yours I remain Double strong and serene Victory is bold, sweeter than sweet Attempt to get a grip Pressure

Living undenied, astral faith I'm the eye of the justice seeker Like a bat, complete the task Landing forfilled on the hand of the master

To suffer is to bleed A view we all enjoy Using human flesh As a personal toy The art of the blade The sight of bloodred walls Make me watch and come

Come, in front of me I want to see you naked Run, I'll give you time You'll be murdered streaking Go, don't feel no fear That would be far to easy Stop

Soon dawn. It brings the sun and whispers are no longer. Her former life adapts the freezing cold He breathes and touches her, a form of worshipping

Blood, death's all around Bombs, hit now the ground Confused you are, as hate is spawn This is the land where guns are drawn Mud, no bodies found Point