Songtexte:
Negro Spirituals

In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity With honour I bear the mark of Satan Triumphant beast in heavenly defeat Disguised in gloom, I wear the

arms open wide Armoured and filled with painful pleasure Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages I will not hide Loosing control in seductive madness Spiritual

With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young Two horns thrust

Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater The painted angels, shadowed high above Once they

You wanna pop pop pop You wanna click click click You wanna shoot You wanna shoot You wanna shoot Shoot everything you came to shoot Do everything

Übersetzung: Head Automatica. Negro Spiritual.

: Glowing eyes, staring eyes Manifest of evil presence With entities swept in disease and decay A fall from paradise beyond redemption Wrathchild's

with arms open wide Armoured and filled with painful pleasure Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages I will not hide Losing control in seductive madness Spiritual

remain darkened In circles of dominance, emotional deeps unite Fiction and transcendence woven together In the essence of purity lies wisdom Join the forces, the spiritual