This night
this belief
suicidal curse

the priest
are screaming in chorus
thirsting

the don't breakup the night

This night

a lonely scream
dies faithful in the moon
the naked wrapped

with t^^&$#* grass
three crosses
soiled the dawn


The priest are here
the worship the crosses at dawn

and the sacrifice
becomes the truth
in their hands


One can see the night in the fire
it's a crusade without belief

being strong enough to lift a stone
to lift to the sky
my blood...


Wich is drink in brain pans
it's a drink of lonelyness

the ritual of a crime
my blood
is a joy for the masters

the corpse
the gods food


So $#&@ my thoughts
rape my dreams
and cut my veins

and drink, drink

Die with me