Marduke's mazemerising

blood runs out of your dead lips
you have all got the same eyes
festered
stiched ones

you are all so small for me
almost as small as am i for you

someday
a great house of glass
i will build

i will be going out of it
to take a walk and shoot you

shoot you all men!

one by one
slowly

you... and you...
and you motherfucker

hundert hörensöhne!

but as a first i will shoot this one
who is guilty of everything
he is right in the middle of my skull
i have got you!