His Blind Existence Lyrics

Selbstmord His Blind Existence

You chose a path of treason and money
You are there,
where phoniness and hypocrisy
Are the values
You dared to sell your mother for
your own benefit
You even dared to sell your jahwe
You are nobody!

You won't flee the hand,
which has always stalked
Your lousy fate
You will sprew with your blood,
which has no value

In my fist burns the fire
They will find you anywhere - you won't flee!
You'd better rip out your flesh yourself
For the death of my hand is gonna be worse