Из альбома: Gates of Punishment
The sick twisted visions
of horrid transitions
to the ones who raise witches
or slice open the rest
The prophicies stand still
as the children turn ill
upon the dark night the deads blood will rest
The wind in the trees
a rotted stench in the breeze
you pray to thee
and the answer is me
It tortures for thrills
it enters with chills
your clinging for life
then your blood spills
My face is becoming so clear
now your skins burning from
construction of fear
into the night
im composing a spree
i enter your soul when clock strike 3:33
I raise up from the dead
i begin to pull
down into your bed
As you scream for life
that you never had
i am in you now
i am all you have
I am in you
and there´s nothing you can do now
It tortures for thrills
it enters with chills
your clinging for life
then your blood spills
I feel the wind has spoken to me
and this night is calling for thee
into the depths i yearn for you
a cross waved by burning through
you can feel me
i can hear you
you can`t touch me
i will torture you
i am in you
and there`s nothing you can do now
Reaching out for me
you cry for sympathy
holy water rains down on you
your blood is tossed and strewed
(Dank an claudia für den Text)