The spinning ahead
He said to me
He knew evil
Life in reverse
Life out of balance
Stupid as it sounds
Like a wolf running
Cross country -
In every field
A trap waits - along with it's owner
Like someone said about
The hunter
As soon as he stops
He becomes the hunted
I am the cunning animal -
I am the hunter
The life I never read
Is my youth now dead?
Rise, rise, rise...
The swirling sound of swastikas
Like rotor-blades of thought
Threshing the wheat
Out from the chaff
All this is a dream
All this is a dream
The mother clouds
Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?
All this is a dream
All those who worship
The broken demons of the past
Are in love with the dead
This is the cross you bear
They worship the dead and
Lo and behold this is no mystery
When I say that they in turn
Become the dead themselves
Even before they die
First the heart dies
Then the body dies
Then the soul dies
Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?
Every dead eternally then
Every dead eternally then
All this is a dream
Then they are caught
Eternally
In this trinity of
Deathdeathdeath
There is no escape from this
Cycle and circle
Of utter desolation
The despised by man
The despised by angels
The despised by the gods
The despised by the devils
The despised by the
Satanic one himself
All this is a dream
Si quidem deus inquit
'Est unde mala?'
Bona vero unde, si non est?
First death then second
Altogether dead you were,
Anyway
It's a dream...
Altogether dead you are
Altogether dead you shall be
It's a dream, it's a dream
From the corner of my mind
The swirling sound of the orchestra
From the corner of my lips
The words have already
Fallen like honey
From the corner of my eye
A million birds of dreamy
Image wing
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream...
The spinning of heads The spinning ahead He said to me He knew evil Life in reverse Life out of balance Stupid as it sounds Like a wolf running Cross country - In every field A trap waits - along with it's owner Like someone said about The hunter As soon as he stops He becomes the hunted I am the cunning animal - I am the hunter The life I never read Is my youth now dead? Rise, rise, rise... The swirling sound of swastikas Like rotor-blades of thought Threshing the wheat Out from the chaff All this is a dream All this is a dream The mother clouds Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? All this is a dream All those who worship The broken demons of the past Are in love with the dead This is the cross you bear They worship the dead and Lo and behold this is no mystery When I say that they in turn Become the dead themselves Even before they die First the heart dies Then the body dies Then the soul dies Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? Every dead eternally then Every dead eternally then All this is a dream Then they are caught Eternally In this trinity of Deathdeathdeath There is no escape from this Cycle and circle Of utter desolation The despised by man The despised by angels The despised by the gods The despised by the devils The despised by the Satanic one himself All this is a dream Si quidem deus inquit 'Est unde mala?' Bona vero unde, si non est? First death then second Altogether dead you were, Anyway It's a dream... Altogether dead you are Altogether dead you shall be It's a dream, it's a dream From the corner of my mind The swirling sound of the orchestra From the corner of my lips The words have already Fallen like honey From the corner of my eye A million birds of dreamy Image wing It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream... Explain Request ×
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