enslaved Angel

as Angel I'm enslaved

not only by faith also to the society

through negative influences

I'm like a crucified driven by the society

my faith to the other side

is the best way for the escape

my health and strong nature

is for me the most sacred, has top priority

outside influences always ensure
that they're entitled

but I'm too brightly, intelligent and healthy

that these negative vibrations destroy me

if you think to the other direction

then isnt good for me and fits you the majority
the society want to(o) see me to sick
they're too many as they would me see healthy
society consists of fellow traveler that adapt to all other
also is the only one at any rate ill
I'm that what I'm
 

"At the end of this long and lonely path,
All misery will be gone"

Down this long and twining road
I walk with heavy feet
My head sunk down below
I have made up my mind
It's time to end this life
Then peace I will find

Walking down to my funeral
The mortal sin...
Some might be sad
I'll die with a grin
Walking down to my funeral
It's time to die
When I leave this pathetic world
I will hold my head high

Angels are watching from above
As so does the evil ones
That lurks down below...

I am almost there - at my funeral

I reach the end of the twining road
I put a bullet in my gun, don't need to reload
Feel the cold steel to my head
It's time to pull the trigger
Soon I'll be dead

Now when I'm at my funeral
I feel so free
Some might be sad
I'll die with a grin
Now I'm at my funeral
I feel so free
The mortal sin...
Sin...

Angels and demons
Reach out for me
Kingdom's wide open,
But I walk away from - thee

As I walk away...

"For eternal in twilight I dwell"

Walking down to my funeral
The mortal sin...
Some might be sad
I'll die with a grin
Walking down to my funeral
It's time to die
When I leave this pathetic world
I will hold my head high

Hold my head high...

Dark Funeral - My Funeral

vobiscum satanas.
cursed nazarene, impotent king.
behold great satanas.
as he drives his nails deeper
into thy hands.

the weak fugitive god eyes,
cries holy tears of blood.
as the evil one, press down
his crown of thorn.

ego vos benedictio.
in nomine magni dei nostri satanas.
ave satanas.
ave domini inferni.

oh, crusified nazarene,
where are your powers now.
when you are faceing, the greater force.
cursed nazarene, impotent king.
behold thee, great satanas

 

 

Dark Funeral - Vobiscum Satanas