I must embrace visual hell To satisfy us Rape the whores in blasphemy I am Him while I feast upon your flesh
Glance in my eyes and see the eternal shadows dancing Playing in the desert of my life Burning - And my soul is descending...
Lover of all - face the apocalypse You fade away under the black rain And flowers remains
Flowers to step on, flowers to burn
Am I ready for the god below Red flesh to penetrate my skin To steal my soul away To the grave I seek Until I'm feeling weak...
But there's fire In my heart, in my eyes In his body, in his eyes And in his lonely kingdom
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