We thinking beings We surrealistic visions We supernatural ideas We have been materialized To possess the forces of God God who created the world Full of lament of his daughters and sons We have come up with blood on our hands Blood used as ink for writing The New Bible You have heard about Armageddon Decadentism flowing from horns of dead heralds Being afraid someone could discover it one day Come on, do not pretend You are one of us, even if you would like To become someone else Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined Intended for serving the will of yourself There is no king but you There is no God but you Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined Intended for serving the will of yourself Legions were marching through the lands Bathed in blood Everything has passed people and cities Cultures and nations Finally there was only You and a few more left The thinking beings Surrealistic visions Supernatural ideas Who have been materialized To possess the forces of God Damned and forgotten, hateful and ruined But intended for serving the will of Yourselves You have looked in the mirror and seen revelation Heaven suddenly turned red
intended, serving, hateful, surrealistic, ruined