without sin i can’t make religion
as without sin there’s no wh*r*dom
and when in my heart god becomes a harlot
i shall sin, sin, sin again
(“…every world has its sp*ce
every life has its time
every m*ss has its god
every god has his guillotine… “)
to possess thy mother i desire not
nay, to slay thy father neither
’tis thy god i yearn to kill
thus reigning universal
with my beak i wanna peck at his face
and from ye golden cups divine blood drink
tresp*ss borders which do not exist
i wanna be born, grow and rise again
and become! become you unity!
be all and nothing equally –
dust ov universe and its essence –
and look attentively
every star is a stone
in the cosmic pavement on which step you
and your oddysey has no beginning
and never look to far, you fool!
’cause it has no f*ckin’ end!
by nails tear this thin membrane
show me ye eye ov revenge
spit out half dead foetus out-consciousness
long live the man!
to god – quick death!
(your god is dead now…)