Bleeding on your highway baby Harvest is a' coming in the season of Dying I trace the skull in your face and remember I kissed a girl with 13 fingers
Let the blackness roll on Ain't so cold tonight Mother's cool reptilian womb My fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in
(Like Murder) Stoned I awoke in your temple To blackness above you And death beside me (where) kitchen knives conspire Razor blades make bloodless love
Dead girl There will never be another one that dreams like you Dead girl There will never be another one that screams like you When death sleeps it dreams
[Dax: Check. I need more gain.] The pagan flames burn through the night Everything's mine Blackness my whore I bleed the light Everything's mine
I wonder have you ever seen the sky And felt this weight upon open eyes New death sensation New death sensation IlluminationFlesh flowers dream to bloom
If I was ever alive well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan
Summer feels like death Godless we run In my eyes there dreams an ocean Hell beneath my tongue I understand And don't care Well the skyscrapers look like
Locusts are coming I am the funeral dancer on the outer wave... Spine will twist, heads will cave the outer wave I am the funeral dancer on the outer
Creeping like frost As slow as grave moss Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces I know the pale thing in the
WE smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a BLACKGOD's thumb we dance like painted puppets we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds orgasm in techni
hard brothers in uncomformity Warriors of same land Against the conveived reality fighting until the end Satanic terrorism another church burn in flames Satanic terrorism
Surrounded by shadow beings tasteless worthless humans trapped into a world of pacifism no hate, no love, just grey. Huge oppressive buildings trying
Sick footage of the streets in heat Raw action flood the concrete My team walks through the night And fight in the light of a terrorist dream We watch
rich to help the poor You just take life from both and what is more You break your bread and drink But post-confession you'll still stink of Terrorism Terrorism
beaying the groud all the town is shaking along vibration getting miles around this is a terrorism act therapeutic madness session this is a terrorism
翻訳: アーリア人テロ. ユダヤ人の挑発.