Against False Saints

Against false saints

The wind screams over my head
Under my skin i feel
The unfolding blackness,
The insane infinity
Of sublime blackness
I don't bow my head,
I'm not one of the dreadful
flock of sheep
I want to be...
The radiance of darkness!
Oh... i will be
The vortex of threatening emptiness,
which is insanely hungry
For knowledge!
Fire, oh desire!
Black tongues of flame,
Burning soul of hate
the wings...
Midnight-black outstretched wings
Take me into the soul of radience
I want to be - I will be - I want to be!
The impenetrable gate
Against the rotten breath of false saints!
Fire, oh desire!
Black tongues of flame,
Burning soul of hate
Higher, strikes higher
Black tongues of flame,
Burning soul of hate!



Credits
Writer(s): Ferenc Mocsnik
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