Enter Suicidal Angels;
Go ahead dear humans, allow someone to control your life, totally.
How hungry we've become;
like animals naked in shame
Our paradise is lost.. we´re hungry and we are without clothes..we are animals. No more images of God.. -> Facing the truth
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disordered worlds behind
We are frightened.. of coming destruction we may cause.
On the other hand we don´t respect the word of church so much anymore and actually we are frustrated.
From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned over cultures in rage
-This line is simply about Christianity.
Crimson masses, sleeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
Blind masses in search of greater power.
So, it the future still open?
So how it is going to be.. is The Day set?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within
Oh please come, our little insect, original sin.. enter from our wicked heart for we have made sin.. This basicly irony of doctrines of Christianity
We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted bodes
<Seven in number they are>
We don´t need anyone to accuse us even more.. we can do all that by ourselves.
Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of their lives
I´ve heard that The God should be the priceless art of your life.
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
in the fold of your shivering arms
Religions bring wars and sorrow.. So we cut our arms for the hope for better day
Hedon,
Your chindren wild
and filled with death
Those who have thrown their Saviour away are like untamed animal with cannot have empathy.
# Jupiter in our unforgiving eves:
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Wars bring money to "winner" and death to everyone..
Eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
as the wine-rush,
changing from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain #
Some day reliogions die and they are like misscarriaged,aborted into their wombs.
Hedon,
rinsed in post-human shadows
After human phase we tranform into animal again, without god or need of them
a monument scorned by the teeth of time
time has taught us to be more rational
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
loaded with implosive fire
the whore that carried the apostle
to the mating point on the graves of giants
IMO this is just making fun of the texts of Bible.
We look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.
If we are images of God and if the God doesn´t exist, what are we?
This is my opinion of this song.. I would appreciate I you wouldn´t start pointing out my writing errors.
NF: Exhausted