Art of Decadence (Thy Disease)

Alone - beyond the light Alone - to loneliness we are Destined for Preparing hatred in evil holyness The intervior is filled with might Day of despise Sacryficial vite Wash blasphemy form my holy eyes Never - no To gather all the power I vomit on the mankind ...and never awake Cause every night Brings me The pain of tomorrow No Messiah for us And any sense will be seen For my pleasure in pain Ashes to ashes Bone to bone Humble existence won't remain And suicide shadow to those who can see To the void not for the God I belong to the temple of the damned