Текст песни Achromatism - 02 - Satanica

Satanica

I keep the seal of good in me
to bird I send me invocation
I sign of beast is secret key
provide traditions frustration

Their slumber can not make me scared
They are so weak, their skin so pale..

Forgotten Gods, that brought a wisdom,
that ligth the fire of pentagrames...
But does they costs of all these victims ?
I lay my hand on crossed ground

All prophets, all saints
Resting in earth...
Hiding their madness
by the name of worth...

Washing their blood
Hidding in signs ........

You are old, Father, the young man cried,
The few locks which are left are grey;
You are hale, Father, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason, I pray.

I'VE been a hopeless sinner, but I understand a saint,
Their bend of weary knees and their contortions long and faint,
And the endless pricks of conscience, like a hundred thousand pins,
A real perpetual penance for imaginary sins.

I love to wander widely, but I understand a cell,
Where you tell and tell your beads because you've nothing else to tell,
Where the crimson joy of flesh, with all its wild fantastic tricks,
Is forgotten in the blinding glory of the crucifix.

I fall on knees in yearning
On them I shed my tears
My soul in Hell is burning
For all this wasted years

Like candle burning my desire
But will it able to come true?
I burn! my soul is set on fire...
In grave to hide i asking you.

I do not wish to be alone
I want to know love's calm and grace
I can't forget her since she's gone
Once more to fall in her embrace

However tried, all was in vain
Fate does not want to be released
Oh, how it awfull - cry in pain,
Seeing loved pairs which kissed..

Eternaly I watch
The souls become incorporeal
My totems I catch
And I enjoy their suffering

Have you forgetted, who was he?
That he is God's antagonist..
Have you forgetted, how he lived
Walking the path of antichrist...