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