- 1000 Bullets
The king is back. The gun is loaded.
The king is dead. The king is no one.
You are the judge
chosen by the fury of one thousand bullets.
Make your mind calm and peaceful.
Turn against, turn against the winds,
the fire, the blizzards.
- Sick and Broke
A life is beautiful as an old dying whore.
The clinking bottles. The smell of burnt flesh.
A booze is the faith and truth
of hunkies, kings, queens, and fools.
Hey, listen to my crying fate.
Under the dull sky...
- Slaughter
The force of thunderstorms,
the force of the mindless crowd
will crush your gospel truth.
You will be conquered.
Consume. Eat dead souls.
Destroy. Drink your sorrow.
- The Eternal Strife
I am a nomad. I am a hopeless wanderer,
searching for an endless summer.
I am the most terrible vice,
hiding in the dark caverns of my soul.
The beast needs a cage, the beast needs a solace.
This is my eternal strife.
The hundreds of roads, the thousands of kilometers,
- The Idols
I am on my knees in the midst of the black forest.
I pray for the dawn to come. I pray for the stars to shine.
Those who bring a plague. Those who spit diseases.
Now I belong to them.
The cold stones. I have lost my path.
The needle fingers stick into my veins.