white staying the infidels spreading lies bringers of death and horror quenching their sadistic thirst for blood a quest that made this land a mass grave
"Damn me, Father, for I must sin" Four centuries of this damned immortality Yet, I did not ask to be made, why? I will never again feel Your sun upon
I have crucified a flower, a red rose. It withers all the year round and blooms only once a year. On day which will be my birth for all worlds that I
a timeless void of anguish Where sorrow is like breathing and with every breath I hurt more and more The fallen and trampled Damned to spend eternity
fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper
Safe in Aniara's warm and tender care we ride Eight thousand hearts that fled the fires For a life at a distant home [V. A Turn For The Worst] A swerve
"Damn me Father, for I must sin..." Four centuries of this damned immortality Yet, I did not ask to be made. Why? I will never again feel your sun upon
I watch from afar, in shadows I lurk For every death, a life is born A soul is sent, a soul returns My life on earth a living hell A pain I know too
get shot Blown, who the next blown? [Sin] Tell me have you ever had this feelin' Or a vision, that you played major part in a killin'? The man that you
