I leave the truth as my seed
The fruit of faith
The march towards evolution
The discovery of human
Salvation
In this humid cold place
The rocks will tell the world
What are the fair words
That will tear down the damned
My son will be the avenger
A strong warrior
He will cicatrize the wound
And he will tell you
Who demonique was
The secret of my story
It´ll soon be the right time for revelations
My shivering body wants light
Sick, it waits for the execution
Sick, it waits for the execution
I´m on the target - my son will be my mirror
Death comes through the power of creator
I´m on the target - my son will be my mirror
Death comes through the power of creator
I leave the truth as my seed
The fruit of faith
The march towards evolution
The discovery of human salvation
In this humid cold place
The rocks will tell the world
What are the fair words
That will tear down the damned
My son will be the avenger
A strong warrior
He will cicatrize the wound
And he will tell you
Who demonique was
The secret of my story
It´ll soon be the right time for
Revelations
My shivering body wants light
Sick, it waits for the execution
Sick, it waits for the execution
Start to pray
- your day is gonna come
To die is my destiny
- yours is to putrify alive
The crowd hates me,
Because lies stink
Then they call me demonique
I wanna fly free
- in the serenety of a blow
And inside of me, i wanna
Search for the light,
For all eternity