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I proclaim silentium Three hundred thousand gates of widom Have opened themselves to me The flesh of my body has become Burning fire Metatron When the keeper of the world
She gave me a new body and soul Touched my shoulder with her soft wings Stared into my eyes with her own two eyes and through i saw a world no one comprehends
new God controls me, he who Sees my blood soul, cold and still Above everything, an infallible, True feeling awaits A world full of hate, a world That
A transfigured congregration That have come to name themselves after faith But faith also means loyalty, Which has always been very far from them Force
protect We have the feast, drinking Jesus blood In the eye is the mirror of the soul, In your I don't see anything else Than christian epidemic The
So many people cry and run away But I will not, because because the problem will still stay Life cannot hurt me anymore I've seen every dark shadow in this world
the eyes of my executioner I sanctify my sinful body the filth of sins are a false reverence Finds a new path and washes my hands This posessed world
A crystal clear, cleansing single flame Must come to burn our ball of shame It brings us peace, so the souls of the dead Can finally have their glory