Torch The Saints
Salvation is a dagger, pressed to your skin
Your prayers are poisoning, your guilt is sin
No savior’s coming, no cross to bear
I’ll light the match, let heaven tear
Blasphemy, sweet heresy
Crown me with your hypocrisy
The altar burns, the angels scream
I am the god of your darkest dream
Der Mensch zerstort, was ihn erhalt
Ein Konig thront auf falschem Geld
Der Hunger wachst, der Hass gedeiht
Im Herzen Dunkelheit
Der Himmel brennt, die Erde schreit
In Flammen stirbt die Ewigkeit
Die Stadte fallen, ein Meer aus Wut
An euren Handen klebt das Blut
Baptized in venom, we rise unclean
Heaven is gone, we reign supreme
We bow to nothing, we break the sky
Your god is dead, and so am I
Scorch the Saints
Stench of Flesh
Eyes Turn Black
Meat Shell Collapse
Prophets preach, but darkness calls
A kingdom built on broken walls
A voice that thunders from the sky
Repent or face, the fire, when you die
Feed The Earth With Bodies
Chant the rites of flesh and bone
Sepulchers carved in veins of stone
Blackened, ravening stars
Open those tethered scars
Death crown in crimson light
Blood-stained flags
The masses are blind
Burn the soil
Feed the earth with bodies
Holy ground
Divine Inferno
Antique minds in modern guise
Deadly hosts with hidden eyes
Silent rulers, hidden hand
Guiding you through shifting sand
Prison forged in cosmic hell
Decapitate your fucking self
Burn the soil
Feed the earth with bodies
Holy ground
Divine Inferno
Chaos reigning
Dehumanizing
Masses fading
Obliterating
Oh Lord, Come Dance With Me
Caught in a web, is it the devil’s design
It’s a fix in my veins, it’s robbing my mind
Every hit’s a promise, but it’s always a lie
Now I’m reaching out for heaven, I’m ready to die
I’m a slave to the high, I’m in chains
Trading my soul for these chemical flames
I reach for the sky, it’s always outta sight
Stuck in the dark, too weak to fight
Oh Lord, come dance with me
I’m high, and now I believe
You’re a junk, and use us all
To get your fix in your heavenly dome
These pills talk sweet, but they burn like fire
They’re the spark of my funeral pyre
The needle sings a lullaby
No hopeful song, just bad desire
In his grip, I sink, I fall
I’m a puppet dancing to his call
Fleeting warmth like a stolen breath
A handshake with the hand of death
Oh Lord, come dance with me
I’m high, and now I believe
You’re a junk, and use us all
To get your fix in your heavenly dome
UH!
We were never meant to last
Just echoes of a burning past
We lit the fire, we let it spread
Now we’re left with words unsaid
Our hands once held the fleeting flame
But time erased what we couldn’t name
Beneath the silence, the scars still weep
Memories buried, but never asleep
Flesh Vessels
On this farm we call Earth, so vast and wide
Where spirits in fleshly vessels hide
The gods as farmers, ancient and wise
Nurture our lives ’neath the open skies
We, containers for souls, transient and bright
Flicker like candles in the eternal night
From birth to death, we grow and we change
In this cosmic cycle, beautifully strange
The gods sow seeds in the soil of man
A divine, eternal, and secret plan
They watch as we struggle, learn, and yearn
Each soul a lesson, each life a turn
In fields of time, we sprout and we fall
Silent witnesses to the harvest call
Through countless cycles, we rise and descend
A story eternal, without an end
For when the reaping’s done, and the souls are freed
We return to the source, where the gods take heed
Our lives, mere seasons in a celestial span
Each moment, a part of the grander plan
The Earth, a farm, the heavens, a dome
And the gods, they await, to welcome us home
Dirigent des Niedergangs
So trostlos, so leer
So traurig, so schwer
Ohne Klage schau ich dir nach
Seh die toten Geister steigen
Herauf aus ihrem dunklen Grab
Steht die Seele verlassen
Neben einem grauen Stein
Doch bin ich nun im tiefen Schweigen
Denn Wehmut wird Wonne
Und Wonne wird Weh
Hatt’ ich doch Gnade, Gute und Lust
Im Glanze zu baden
Den dunkelsten Frust
Leuchtende Tage
Schau ich euch nach
Heimlicher Schimmer
Ich bin der Dirigent des Niedergangs
So trostlos, so leer
So traurig, so schwer
Ohne Klage schau ich dir nach
Seh die Jahre verderben
Und schmucken mir bereits mein Grab
Das wilde Verlangen—
Es zieht mich an
Doch hang’ ich nun am strammen Seile
Denn Wehmut war Wonne
Und Wonne bleibt Weh
Wortlos und stur kampft a stumma Schrei
Gegen valuane Zeit und d'Wunden da Vaganglichkeit
Losst si mit oi seina Wehmut in mein Schoß hernieda
Singt vo Trauer ois a Trost
In oag zapfluckte Liada
Wei unta Freudengesange wird da Schmerz a Bruada
Und mit da Gute der Zeit a a Schwesta werdn
Bevua es letzte Wort vagolltn wird da Gerechte zum Vater
Und Augenblicke de mit bloße Worte
unsaglichen Durst g'stuht endlich zu ana Muata
In Igne Ardeo
Through endless voids, where time is slain
I walk the path, where shadows reign
A crown of bones upon my brow
In flames I burn, in flames I return
But none can touch a soul, laid bare
Through fire, storm, and blackened tide
I stand unbroken, purified
In darkness torn, to break through light
In Igne Ardeo, Sine Timore