Lyrics:
will you follow
Me trough the cracks and hollows
And I would be your Cain
If you would be here now
The Mother-of-Pearl
Handcrafted by God
Wow, it came down upon us and it spread like the rats,
I can't seem to remember saying O.K. to that.
We're supposed to stand by and watch the swine
We worship our abomination of desolation
With fire, blood, swords and reverence
See that hour blessed splendour in my name
War engines and battles
The top becomes the bottom
Fantasy becomes reality
The conception changes
The landmarks dissolve
And all becomes intermingled
To flirt with
the setting sun meets the sea, Brendan."
I live by the river
Where the old gods still dream
Of inner communion
With the open sea
Through the eye
of my heart
No other way ... don't be scared
All will end for your pleasure.
Time is too fast
It makes corpese of us by growing old
You have to do
of profit
We, the limpid, must leave those places which bustle with life
We must seek for isolated ones, never been handled by humans
I order to raise
And breath out not anymore
I think I stayed too long
Usually know when to go and just how to leave
I guess I prayed too long
I know God heard me but he
Just a golden child
Of a bastard son
My soul alive
And my kingdom come
I'm the golden child
Of a bastard son
Our glory passed us by
Deceived by vanity
realer than most
We just sit back and smoke
We don't really believe them
Chaos extremist, hot bitch I'm steamin
(yeah)
Hated by preachers but loved by
the roll and see the world
You wanted a home, one boy, one girl
But clearly, God had different plans for us
Though we made it down the interstate
I
with god
They hate it when you show up, you come around
They don't wanna see you come up, they scuffle around
Never let them forget that this is your
I've been in over my head, But I'm feeling ready.
So, I'm ready to go.
Yeah,
I feel like a god with an itch,
I came middle fingers and I'm gone middle
My people telling me that you the man
That can heal the sick with ya healin' hand
Demand sickness to scram
And got power like superman
Command
[lyrics by Birgit Lages]
born from illusions, bread by dreams
No one can follow us.
We were gone before we came, alone, eternal
Dark and damned
A public bathroom wall reflects your whole self worth
You scrawl you racist ploy and you smear us with your dirt
You hatred is so puny no love lost
But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords?
But why does the cross not lead to victory?
Their warriors are hard as oaks
Gods are placing
(The beauty and tranquility of the land
Shattered by the treachery of the Duke!)
A single grain of sand
That comes from savageland
It is more
away.
But that's too bad,
It's in the past and I'm stuck right here.
I've gone from A to see without a stop at B.
And now I lost the will to do it by
pieces of gold
God, fool or just man
Anyway your betrayed eyes will look on for years and years
And so you've crucified us
Why can I feel all your
Young Girl comes, as a messenger of love. We have to go, just before our God will fall.
In this night I'll pray to get my answers; in this night
will you leave?
Washed away by the darkest tide
Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide
History lessons we don't see
Just how blind can we be?
It hasn't stopped
meant to fall, but tempted by greed,
Quest for power corrupts us all,
Destruction of a gift passed down from god himself,
Creation of sin, human
you'll see
Cuz I never let a bitch to me to feed
Disrespect, then I swear you get mistreated
They with that love shit
Swear to god, you can keep it
I be
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