Elvenking Infection
(For all the ones who seek their dawn
My wrath I breed, My wrath I spawn
Behind a crooked cross they hide
Forever I Shall be their bride)
Amidst this fog my body twitches with the wolves growl
A snuff utopia for the soul
Wake up! emerging from this cruel poetry
The real nightmare is the prison called reality
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into
the fire
No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending
to see
Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me
Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding
Seeking for the end not written in your destiny
This is not the cure and now I spit I spit on your
deception
Back to old "Hill Life Sanitarium" I go
My home - my life - the only place I know
No mirror holding the reflection of the emotions I feel
And puppets hanging from the walls I see
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into
the fire
No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending
to see
Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me
Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding
Seeking for the end not written in your destiny
This is not the cure and now I spit I spit on your
infection
I spit on your Deception
I spit on your infection
Sown in my fresh the seed of your hatreds infecting me
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into
the fire
No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending
to see
Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me
Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding
Seeking for the end not written in your destiny
This is not the cure and now I spit I spit on your
infection
(The puritan filth, where ivy grows
The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose
The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge
Is what I choose for my last dirge)
