De mandat de deces, in afara de mine, as putea sa te iubesc

The warrent of death, save me, i could love you
her final words
Love to the grave
replacing her "god" for blood to crave
Death, without a charm, it's own enjoyment

But if thou is compelled to a blind conviction
my lust dressed in red, for hell's dining room
would eat with us, a extravagent feast fit for a king
compared to the poverty and the death, that god could of offered her
and the day i tasted her blood, and trapped her in my heart
she loved these castle walls
now filled with the hatred of these Dumnezeu futangiilor
From the day she was warm with hatred
My heart filled with rage, for this age
only the perfect are accepted


When will we meet again?
When the sky is Burning with the glow of life?
or when she is dressed in most lustful orange and red
For the fire is our weakness
and melts our skin un gratefull of this pain

Thou art is dressed in truth
Truth of the liars, scared to admit
and beleive in eternal paradise
blinded witht he fact they are living in hell
and will die for judgment, and torture for their sacraments

Hearts, dead in stone
put a nail to it, and crack it with the hammer of life
For her love to god, converted to me
and my love of her, converted to hate for those she used to be
i would rise once again
for truth
for death
for justitie

And with the city of the dead behind me
in flames
i put my head up to the rain
and the pain can escape my vains
lost in the moment
i die
and i die again
for love
for hate
for you

"with thou dressed in lust,
and never let your beauty rust
Father who arn't in heaven
i ask you no more but
to make her love threaten more
than the highest fire
the roaring flame
the deadly fame
of my loving Claressa
Beauty in sin
Death in love
Lust in innocence
beast in cruelty
She is my love
my life
I am the grim reaper
she is my scyth
Without her love
Churches will burn to the fucking ground
until the day we meet again
i will kill your followers
Sheep in the skin of wolves
hiding behind you
i'm not scared
but they are
and they're the ones who beleive of your powers"

Screams of rape
torture
Your own fault
it is my satisfaction
Theyre fear
Intentions clear
we sqaundor the castle walls
as you do mine
In these gothic halls
Claressa calls my name
Whispers it as if death its self was calling for me
In the darkest day of love
Lust, is in its self not a life style as such
but maybe, we could adjust to it anyway
Give into our desires
Suck the blood of the living
Devour our souls
Destroy the pillars of our hearts
till they are mere ruins that used to be prestiuge collums

When Claressa was alive i could of compared her to a summers day
Not maybe now a dismal clench in the heart, of despair
A love of innocence that almost saved me, gone again
You took her away from me
The fall of my kingdom
The others will follow
And you will win

Tatal tau, fiul meu
A castigat batalia
Dar nu in razboiul