Deus Mortem - It Starts To Breathe Inside

The creature forced to follow
Like a dog on a tight lead,
Shaped by blinded prophets.
The flower of purity.

Awareness is buried
In crypts of illusion.
The spirit in eternal sleep.
Existence drowned in hope.

Sun burns the skies upon the desert sands of God
In the morbid theatre of mendacious notions.
Time melts away among worthless herd.
Human scum raptured by celestial gloss of the pearly gates of Eden.
Vision of black shadow awakens the Dragon.
Child’s imagination unwinds the shroud of apprehension.
Profane seed grows stronger under rays of dark wisdom.
Ravenous serpentine flames devour the creation of the holiness with lust.

Lord of all plagues, enter my flesh!
Consume my soul for I am no human anymore!
Let the mankind curse me!
Let them forget my name!
On a pyre of skulls I will stand and look with scorn upon them!

Benediction crushed by the iron fist of hatred.
The night and the moon strengthen my body, spirit and mind.
Alone, I stare as shades fade away,
As the gift from the heavens turns into a curse of hell…

His eyes are open...
The Dragon has risen…
His jaws are breaking…
The flesh and bone…

Goddess of the Moon, feed me with your blood,
Let me suck your breasts.
Unite with me as one, baptize me with black waters, oh mighty Lilith!

Lepaca Lilith!
Ho Drakon! Ho Megas!
Lepaca Lilith!
Ho Drakon! Ho Megas!
Lepaca Lilith!
Ho Drakon! Ho Megas!