Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection
it all out by your weapon's light The Atomar light! You are born into your violence And you live against superior truth You are born to live the ignorance
I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightening the function, the form Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle I'm more like the catalyst
past And I've seen so far into the night And lingered in the land of no light Far beyond the shrouded hours of dawn Through the mist of daybreak I was borne
The dungeons are calling our names, inviting us to a masquerade in the flames, once again lust will spread its wings and carry us through the northern
name Beads of jade adorn his cotton shroud His silvery blade on a golden chain He lies here in the Temple of the Cat, dead He will rise again from the
of jade adorn his cotton shroud His silvery blade on a golden chain He lies here in the Temple of the Cat, dead He will rise again from the Temple of
temple, Ancient enchantments Summon the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings... And the Ophidian Throne once again draws Power from the moon-shrouded
temple, Ancient enchantments Summon the shades of the dreaming serpent kings... And the ophidian throne once again draws Power from the moon-shrouded
me into the air like unborn through the amniotic fluid I'd remain in its womb the light calls me to his reign I'm born again how hard is this night
(Rock and Roll music is the main weapon) Check... 1, 2 Alright, watch this I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightning the function, the form
terror crash against the skin mixing of blood flesh tempted against nature fear drips like water on glass born, in bred, born, in bred incest born,
Terror crash against the skin mixing of blood Flesh tempted against nature Fear drips like water on glass Born, in-bred, born, in-bred Incest born
created in your mind You know that you are not alone, you feel a vile force The voice you heard has told you, he is darkness borne Escape is necessary
Serpent Sunrise Damn the Horns of the Moon Fierce your Eyes open grave incisions Pale and Strange in your Face Tempting torture, rape desire Dreams are born
