Cortege - Introduction To The Slaughter Of Your Gods Songtexte

Words infertile women
Shedding their sorrows
In the darkness
They have no importance at all
When you stick to one place
The sleep too deep
To be disturbed by some
Ridiculous puffs
Do not be deaf
To the call of your dream

Take a seat and be a spectator
In this dark cosmic performance of destruction
Watch your gods and their saints falling down
Observe as they are meeting their end in the
deep

Satiate your senses with the sight
Of the divine ones turning into nothingness
Call the demons living in the pit
To bring your pitiful existence to an and

Do not let your fear possess you
When you find out that you are not
Here in the chapel of the card
Thirteenth under the moonlit sky
You will discover your real shape
And have a chance to loam yourself