The ideas of revolution

Engineering one's fate Caught up in a place between In the swoon falling Killing off the illusions In that swoon I saw That all is not as it seems But merely dreams within a dream Blurred and dazed and death swept away Twisted flesh all disrupted displaced Hollow temples filled to the brim Dead souls collector. Ode to him Incubated temples in a world up high And midst the cold colours. There was I To sleep in the deepest slumber To stand on the shores of choice To be held up high. There was I I could feel that throbbing sound once more That of the majestic crowned whore (life) The sounds of rush in this veins In the swoon I'm lost again With their lakes undoubtedly outspread To steer your soul to meet with the dead Our horned god in the first entrance In the swoon I'm lost forever. Joy Departure of warmth I kept it away Then the burst of light in my eyes - no! Our horned god in the first entrance In the swoon I'm lost forever. Joy Departure of warmth I kept it away Then the burst of light in my eyes - no! There from the swoon I found the key The ideas of revolution Mankind falls on it's knees Time to kill of the illusions Revolt!
Aggitate! Erect I stand flawless and eyes wide open Satan! I remember you shall exalt your throne here on earth As i9n hell and in heaven Stitches ripped from bleeding eyes Receive him The fuel we are the engines here on earth Awake