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Skandinavisk MisantropiIn this age of splintered glassIn this ripping of living souls In this moment of deaddeathdreams In this scattering of self-restlessness Scars of my everdrowned condemned spirit Shall I travel to worlds unknown then? I probably shan't pray I am stuck in this world of shit-stained tears I swallowed the swimming horses I engulfed the sleeping winters owl I gave birth to the last beast in the sky And at worlds end I laughed out loud I crucified my dreams with passion I erected the tombstone myself I dug the grave with scornful glee Three days of silence I obtained For my crucifixion The burial and funeral pyre of my past Now change came with mournful hatred In the eyes. Your eyes. Eyes of doom. In them I find the comfort of where others fear to roam Open the rivalry within the codex of life I'll ride through these drug-crazed nights Me and my reflection are but one I pushed up into life and pulled out of it Disabled was God Disabled was Satan Disabled we never were Crack open the lingering fear and let it breathe I drown so slowly these days I choke on stale air In limbo I remain My blood is pregnant with contortionists I do not fear I do not I do not - fear life I am anti-matter. I Am a Satanist. I Am a Christian. I am a leper god. I am what you want me to be. But I am not. I am anti-matter. Am I never am Christian. Oh, the holy way of fucking up words. Your knees were made for kneeling. Mine were not. Christendom, religion of pity. You call yourself a Satanist? I am anti-matter. True Black Metal. Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist. |