folgt jemand nur dem herz
treibt unzucht unverfror‘n
dann waehlt er einen schmerz
verteilt mit gottes zorn

vergraben bis zum rumpf
das urteil wird vollstreckt
die treffer hart und dumpf
der grund von blut befleckt

steinschlag – bis auf‘s mark
steinschlag – am vormittag

wozu diese tortur?
hast du denn nichts gelernt?
letztlich bist auch du nur
einen steinschlag entfernt!

steinschlag – bis auf‘s mark
steinschlag – am nachmittag

du trittst das menschenrecht
wir nehmen dich auf‘s korn
in diesem endgefecht
bleibst du nicht ungeschorn.

tief in deinem kranken gedaerm
sitz ich auf meinem thron
an deiner qual mein herz ich waerm
auch ich bin gottes sohn

ich spring dir an deine kehle
und du kriechst wie ein hund
deine lebenskraft ich stehle
leck deine seele wund

ich bin die kugel in deinem fleisch
ich bin der dorn in deinem mark
ich bin der splitter in deinem schaedel
bin der nagel zu deinem sarg

ich werde pfaehlen dann dein herz
saug dir den atem aus
es ist ein viel zu kurzer schmerz
dauert tagein tagaus

ich bin die kugel in deinem fleisch
ich bin der dorn in deinem mark
ich bin wie eine splitterbombe
die ihre kraft im kern verbarg

why do you make it that simple?
why do you make it that easy for me?
to unveil your cruel intentions
to discover my hate for you

are you able to be satisfied?
are you able to be pleased?
if i’m chosen for being crucified
will i deserve a glance at least?

you’re the one, who’ll take my breath
and make me think about my death

why do you make it that grievous?
why do you make it that painful to me?
to break with chilling bitterness
to get freezed by your bloodless eyes

are you able to be pacified?
are you able to be appeased?
if i’m chosen for being qualified
will you have me tonight for feast?

you’re the one, gave me your scream
kept me from finishing my dream

life seems to be a projection
on the proverbial eternal board
confirming the huge class distinction
made with the selfish sword

life is a race with naivity
people like to be showed their next move
then complaining for consequences
but it will be approved

life shouldn’t be predestinated
instead response and freedom to decide
do you want an afflicting waiting?
then what for it’s worth to fight?

so don’t let keeping you in check
or your way of life breaks your neck
don’t run into knife of fate
or you will be setting mate

dein zartes fleisch noch jung an jahren
mit gold‘em haar und weisser haut
noch voellig rein so unerfahren
lag unverhuellt vor mir

vergessen sind schuld und moral
nun bist du mein! …mein letztes abendmahl!

dein feuchter blick ist von furcht erfuellt
doch wirst den kleinsten schnitt nicht spuer‘n
narkotikum aus der vene quillt
bringt dich sogleich zur ruh‘

du wehrst dich noch ein letztes mal
nun bist du mein! …mein letztes abendmahl!

dein roter mund will etwas schrei‘n
als du die scharfe klinge siehst
ueber den tisch vergiess’ ich den wein
und schneid’ vom brot mir ab

ich richt’ dich an auf edelstahl
nun bist du mein! …mein letztes abendmahl!

in the battlefield of cells, a silent fray
where darkness creeps and hope begins to sway

the enemy within, it multiplies and spreads
infiltrating deep, where fear and doubt are bred

but we're the resilient few, who won't retreat
with courage as our shield, our strength we'll meet

in the trenches of my mind, we stand so frail
a war within, we fight, hearts growing pale
battling shadows, though outnumbered, we endure
we won't surrender now, our hope remains secure

in a realm where shadows slowly intertwine
we grapple with a fate we can't define

in a dance of darkness, uncertainty our guide
we navigate the currents, side by side

though the odds may seem insurmountably vast
together, we'll persevere, our spirits steadfast

in the trenches of my mind, we stand so frail
a war within, we fight, hearts growing pale
battling shadows, though outnumbered, we endure
we won't surrender now, our hope remains secure

in this struggle deep within, where shadows roam
a battle fought in silence, far from any home

with every passing day, the siege takes its toll
but deep within our hearts, a fire burns, a goal

through the darkest night, we search for the dawn
in this inner conflict, our resilience spawns

in the trenches of my mind, we stand so frail
a war within, we fight, hearts growing pale
though the odds may taunt us, we'll endure
with love as our shield, we'll remain ever sure

wir nehmen uns selbst die atemluft
das wasser nicht vergoennt zum trinken
alles um uns verliert seinen duft
während wir die realitaet schminken

im dunkeln gibt es keine waende
so laufen wir blind im kreis herum
klatschen apathisch in die haende
und bringen uns lachend selber um

erfahrung’n getilgt in der schlacht der ignoranz
infantil die gedanken so zu leben
staendig auf der suche nach der welt im glanz
die vergebung wurde stets selbst gegeben

wir sollten nicht auf dem wasser geh’n
ertrinken hilflos im uebermut
wir koennen die blindheit deutlich seh’n
doch niemehr unseres gottes blut

es gibt nur das eigen’ spiegelbild
nur eigene fehler werden toleriert
in diesem spiel nur noch uns’re regel gilt
in dieser welt wird nur dahin vegetiert

we enslave ourselves by our own rules
let the system torture us like fools
it seems we’re chained to this reality

precious lifetime recognized too late
soon there’ll be your death certificate
now you know how blind you operated

wake up now and open your eyes!
are you still waiting for paradise?
god won’t condemn you nor reprieve
even if he makes you believe
i’ve to disappoint you, god isn’t like that!
he’s arbitrary, that’s his figurehead
everyone is made to die
wake up! i won’t tell a lie!

the points are switched your way’s predefined
your forced fate has to be quarantined
so face the facts it is just up to you

wake up now and open your eyes!
are you still waiting for paradise?
god won’t condemn you nor reprieve
even if he makes you believe
i’ve to disappoint you, god isn’t like that!
he’s arbitrary, that’s his figurehead
it doesn’t pay starting to cry
wake up! make your life fly

in shadows deep, where dreams unwind
a sterile mind, so unaligned
obsessed with purity, I'm entwined
in a world where darkness thrives

i scrub my soul, with acid tears
burn away my darkest fears
a manic quest through countless years
to cleanse the world, erase the smears

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

a surgeon's knife, my weapon of choice
i'll cut through life, with a steely voice
no morality, just a relentless poise
to cleanse this world, and silence the noise

in sterile rooms, where I take my stand
i'll bleach the earth, with a ruthless hand
no repugnance, no moral demand
as long as my vision, my goal is grand

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

i'll bleach the sky, and purify the sea
strip away all impurity
in my madness, I am finally free
to create a world, as it should be

no empathy left, in this vacant heart
i'll tear the world's soul apart
with ruthless zeal, I'll play my part
as the steriliser, I'll make my mark

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

in this sterile world, I'm the puppeteer
a delusional mind, crystal clear
i'll cleanse the world, without a tear
the steriliser, forever here

coming soon
just an idea until now

coming soon
just an idea until now

coming soon
just an idea until now

in the heart of a frigid night's embrace
a soldier stands alone in a forgotten place
his breath a plume of frost in the bitter air
a red flag in his hands, a burden he'll bear

the wind, it howls like a mournful cry
as he marches on, no tears left to dry
his body's tired, his spirit grows thin
but that red flag's his oath, his battle to win

shades of red, in the coldest of nights
his sacrifice burns, like a beacon of light
in the frozen abyss, where heroes are bred
he'll carry the flag, 'til the shades of red

beneath the stars, he must not fail
his comrades have fallen, their faces gone pale
but he trudges forward through the deepening snow
the flag clutched tightly, his purpose aglow

wounded and weary, he stumbles ahead
with every step, the ground turns to red
his blood mingles with the flag in his hand
a testament to his will, in this desolate land

shades of red, in the coldest of nights
his sacrifice burns, like a beacon of light
in the frozen abyss, where heroes are bred
he'll carry the flag, 'til the shades of red

as the dawn approaches, the end drawing near
he collapses at last, overwhelmed by the fear
the flag lies buried, its fate intertwined
with the soldier's own, in this tale of mankind

in the quiet of morning, 'neath the snow's gentle spread
the shades of red blend, the living and dead
a tribute to valor, in this story we tell
of a soldier who stood, in a frozen hell