Heretique
Einar Moen
Let us be the ones
To put the thorn in thy eye
Let us be the ones
Squalid the weak stumbles
Through all of life's obscurities
Lost in sacriliege
Revere the name
Accept the modesty
Falter through speres of the pain
Exhausted hours
Lost in sacriliege
Es gibt keinen Gott
Es gibt kein Leben
Sie werden alle sterben
Ohne die Erlösung
Let us be the ones
Nothing from thy world will remain thine
Except the very priviliege to die
Lost in sacriliege
Squalid the weak stumbles
Orgasmic Mass Hysteria!
You're creeping for a charlatan God
Awake!