To detest – to disclaim!
There’s nothing to proclaim.
Hate is growing in my heart
Soon the time will come.
I’m always getting into a huff
When I see these lies, this stuff
Their existence annoys me
I’m entering the protest.
There’s no place for rattlebrained
I‘ll be fear in your dream
I shall shatter all your hopes
Recantation will be grim.
I don’t want to live in dread of being confused.
I don’t believe you! I will refuse.
Debris of my faith
Are burning aflame
And my befogged brain
Makes me kill and lame
My desires are naughty
I’m walking my way
Misanthrope by nature
I sin every day.
Possession of my existence
Made a nuisance of myself
Soon I’ll see the shapes in darkness
I shall be under the shelter of the night…
Five dark wings, reversed cross,
No more wins of god of loss.
Holy priest, star shines black,
Tighten the loop your neck!
Five dark wings, reversed cross,
No more wins of god of loss.