1. AND THE FIFTH HORSEMAN DEATH…

Horsemen ride of five on the way,
Riding through deepest night
Only trot of horse and moon shine,
Shining clear and so bright
More than once they set off,
Their dark distressful ride
The ride that brought grief and wreck,
Dying in bloodthirsty fight

The first one calls in only woe,
Flowing tears from your eyes
Second has anger in his eyes,
Who'll ever meet him dies
Third comes to set the seed of hate,
Use of hate brings high crime
Fourth wears a cloak with label fear,
You're on edge of fearline

And the fifth horseman
Death comes to take what he want's to take
And he knows only how to make death
We're dying under his heavy hoofs
And shadows in darkness only moves

If you hear Earth by hoofs grinded,
Your blood's chilling in veins
They were always seen together,
From the early days
Runaway when you hear that tramping,
If you want to survive
Because this ride is called war,
War nothing less then war

And these five horsemen
Ride through the night to complete their mission
Kill everyone with big obsession
And who will survive through conscience
Is spared for a while from deadly dance


2. THANALOGIA DE AMOR

Roar of silence grips My ears
So much are them winding up as are wiping out
Meanwhile My finger the triggerist tip – taps upon My temple
The cask of rumpowder´s heard softly trembling in My shelter

Could You cheat on the dead piece of meat?
In the heat of the whole lotta wheat…BURNING!
In My fields throwing up Her name choked with fears of what's
Gonna be and what's gonna not the deja-vu

Like the tiniest King of Fleas, like Chaplin playing tragedies
As some god without a sin or old sticker-mouldering
Getting to know that maiden's Womb is clean doesn't
Mean that You'd like it without phlegm at sight so mean
How did it get there? Show Me Who cares and Who knows
It's just ´bout moving There and Back again

Could a sheep feast on the dead piece of wheat?
In a seat of missionary love by bad seed…DRIPPING!
O Your feet trampling on that She underneath of what's
Gonna heal and what's gonna not – mes amis…JERKING!!!

We'll see who's been!
Something wicked in the heart-shaped box
That precious rover is roaming outside Your inside rockx
How come You don't trust in Me as tunnel trusts the mole?
How come You can proclaim words as Jihad!?
How come You say system never existed at all?
How come reek of words could grip My Heart!?
Systematically We shot Us down!!!

…Dust clouds are rising up again!
…Time for the Dwarves to hunt and haunt.

Showing My confusion I approach Her She
Hoping all that was to vomit faithfully
Admitting no existence of Heresy
She decides to turn Her best friend into enemy

Constantly stripping My Insanity
Throwing sane pieces to the well of Her Vanity
This is the point My Dear You're not fat to be
Worshipping the supreme God of LOBOTOMY!!!

(In a) Blink of eye I get My second wind
Gotta make the circumstances spin
Bite that place right under Her chin
That's the right time to put the knife in!!!
Grrrooooowwwlaaaaarrrghhh!!!!!...:O)

Mirror mirror on the Wall, deep in Womb of phlegm I crawl!
Mirror Mirror Up That Wall, Inside Cunt Of Blood I Crawl!!!!!


3. RECYCLE ASHES

Law-breakistic
Line-keepistic
Mouth ballistic
Stuck I Peace?

Please now all My species gather round this Me
Let's embark the skiff and let´ s get flown into the stream
Astray each of differences dwells finger pointing up
In order to overcome Him We must sell Him dirty slut
Slut that is for sale in all the stores at lane near square
But the grass right over there hides Madness We must share

Self-destructive!
Introspective!
Optimistic!
Almost Radioactive!
Least perspective!
Most suspected!
Partly hectic…
…still profound!

Filling houses with a strong Bronchitis
But My DICK rises and wards to War!
The chocolate filling - I admit - caught Me willing
I attack from the ceiling by the songs I'm swingin´

All the Jaws &. All the Claws will break and turn to straw if You'll claim
Forasmuch as burning flashes ain´t a bit of use…
Recycle Ashes!!!
Ruin that – good old – Essence!

If You fall into the Abyss Abyss will fall back deep in You
If You'll try to fill Her She will empty all Your clue
I trust it is hard to buy a Bible in a toyshop
But if You'll buy some money Yours is everything…
…but the hammer to crack the Wall!!!

Getting stripped in
Deadland's crypt We
Touch The Script
Become Sense-addicted
Will We click the
Button SEEK and
Suck the reek off
Big Bro' Dick?

Testifying that the Truth is lying
Means Me relying so place Your bets!
Our Third-World-Chicken stings rotten´n´reekin´
The Oven's heating – just choose the fuel!

Every Jaw &. each of Claws shall We turn upside down &. muck up law!
Ain't no use here for whipping lashes as well the sugar's outta fashion
Recycle Ashes!!!
Make shape – not Peace – not War!

Sabbra Cadabra the Slut is burning – derelict Cock in Her Cunt is yearning!
Depth of Hole We fall in's rising – orthodox statements compromising!
Marylin Monroe sucx Charles Manson – Ideas getted back for ransom!
Rampage dogs are getting spent – Revolution as We meant!
Behold The Flesh!!!

Their classic End reveals a Credo…My classic one brings You only questionmark
Take or leave words up My sleeve – it goes Cinkilinkilink!
So shake Your chin!
And save Your Skin!
Right in the desk!
Under Your Mask!
There lives a Gin!
Under Your skin!
Fulfill the task!
&. Save that Mask!
Because the time You spent crying on Past's grave costs You!

The Word You use - the Meaning You lose, the Content never been so close to be abused
Own or steal the Other's Deal of Ring-o-ding-o-ding!
Oh! When will this Declaration at last come to an End?
It's a Message In A Bottle!
So learn to swim!
The Water's dim!
In inner sea
Of Nobody
Then teach to fly
In toxic skies!
And if You dare
Kill that dead air!
Unless You'd shoot down that bird Phoenix died for
&. Then burn Him, eat that Dust and digest hard…Howgh!


4. OWLLAND (FOREST OF THE SOUL)

Let the scapegoat of Your Emptiness be laid on altars of Your Pride
Let the Angels of the mankind work as miners of the Light

Stripped souls were singing elegies of Fantomas in vain
Pale skulls were grinning of the way I drink the rain
Round rooms were rolling – inside spins My Duality Ego
Healing wounds were dealing with the way of Dying I lead
No, please, don't!

The mask I wear is the face I'm trying to hide
The Love I'm giving not´s the one that builds My pride
I´m going straight while I walk another round
I give You answers though Trust none can be found

Grip Me by the wrist!
Strip Me off that Mist!
Let Me think of this!
Then kill Me with a Kiss…

Why can´t all the food taste as well as the first morsel?
How many of Us use the eyes to See instead of watching?
When will come the age of satisfaction through questions itself?
Now killed by answers!

Confessing My name
Meant not to be tamed
Instead of Blood Piss
Visiting My Heart &.veins
Cause fuck´s like piss and if You kiss just bite that Flesh!

Take My head then grip by beard and use it as a hammer
Carpenter job ain´t good enough for Thee
Make Yourself a casket and jerk off to the bottom
Swim in it, dream in it, make pale seed turn Dark!

As I went down the attic I had a rendez-vous with Dreams – Red coated Dreams…
Sandman, Sandman, sister Death, don´t You catch My final breath…
let Me keep My final breath!...
They said: “You are the thriller of Your spine”…some say mine…
And You're gonna Suck-Self-up!...

Don't You ask Her – She dwells in Woods
Don't You ask Him – He sleeps six feet under…..