The Sick Star

The tears of a thousand exploding dolls
Are mixed up with a muddy liquid
When there comes a beast, when a man falls
The apogee of atrocity
And the sick star shines upon
All the mindless and ugly faces
Hear the scream of a mourning swan
Till the death embraces this

Filthy lust
For stealing the childhood dreams
When the beast redeems
Its fetid skin
The sick star shines
To control the mind
The shame of all mankind
Hides within.

Vicious hide-and-seek
To tear the destiny of the weak

Putrid teeth bite into the soft toy
A purple tongue licks the young perspiration
A rabbit in a werewolve’s decoy
Two pairs of eyes in a pointless battle
And the sick star shines upon
Lightning-cut scars, burning it out
To plant a reaver on a scarlet throne
In the middle of ruined Babylon

Lost is Paradise
Scratched out are the eyes
Take all the souls away
To find the deadly way
In the

Labyrinth
Of the childhood dreams
When the laughter dims
And rots the skin
The sick star shines
To control the mind
The shame of all mankind
Hides within.

There is no sunshine
To be absorbed by the leaves of a carefree summer

Filthy lust
For stealing the childhood dreams
When the beast redeems
Its fetid skin
The sick star shines
To erode the mind
The shame of all mankind
Hides within.

The triumphant flame of Sin!

An angel sweat
As a dew on the legs are spread
The haggard souls arise
Alone in the crying skies
Forgive that paradise
Look into the gullible eyes
Its chastity to entice
This madness to lastly recognize.