Mysterious is the suicide
Souls free of revenge
Tortured and begging for mercy
United in infinity
Moments in fear, the scream for hope
A lightning storm, in the grater of despair
Screams for attention, unheard in eternity
Cursing, hating, I await the fall
I deny your condemnation, I curse your sight
Banned thou art from my suicide
Imprisoned by demons, embrace by death
A never-ending journey
Pitch, death and sulphur
Barren is the ground of hell
Screams coming down from the red mountains,
In a paradise of wrath
Begging pleading for mercy
My revenge for the avengers
Sensing freedom, against all morality
Bow to me - for me - mercy will not be granted to you
Desperation is felt by every bastard
In eternity, I will come back again
Led by strength
Following the mystic path
In my paradise
Into your misery

End time - the horror's birth
Agony - proliferating like the Black Death
Awakened in a dream - Satan's son
Rotting corpses - a demon's spawn
Driven by evil's orders
Murder, revenge - in our presence
Fog - sulphur-scented
Engulfs you - devours you - from within
Mankind destroys itself with violence and hope
I curse these unworthy ones!
Let your thoughts be free
I shun your son - Fuck you!
We deny your father - forever - bastard!
Nobody understands the true reason
Without having felt it
Do you feel the true meaning?
Read again

Our souls will grow cold
Cold aeon - Hate is released
Cold aeon - Death is made for ice
Landscapes buried in ice and snow
Seas glistening like the morning dew
All life is dying
The northern lights invade the skies
The horizon - immersed in blue splendour
Our world is cold
Cold fog blacks out the sun
End of time - end on earth
All life is vitrified in ice
Cold aeon - Loneliness
Cold aeon - End of time
Time stands still
Nothing but silence - everywhere
Forever - loneliness in eternity

Everything began in the year 1415 with the birth of pastor Ludwig
Raised in Christian surroundings and under the aura of god and family, he was Exposed to religious customs from childhood
In his youth - already - he uttered the desire to serve god and Jesus
His entry into the church as a young acolyte was accomplished, protected And secure, Ludwig rendered his cardinal every service
But as the plague devastated his family in 1435.
His vision of god changed, he doubted his existence
He knew how to use the hunt for the evil
That had haunted his land, for his own purposes
Women, children and the dying sought help and protection in his church
It must have been hundreds
Within holy buildings the victims of the plague were abused
He carried out experiments on skin, limbs and the psyche until death
The bodies he buried on his premises alive or dead
Repainted in the likeness of Mary - the virgin and mother
Nobody found out about his doings
Nobody was interested in his actions
Ludwig hanged himself in 1451

I saw hell
What I saw is mighty
In the black underworld
He's rising for his final battle
Satan - Satan
I saw hell and the devil
I saw hell and follow my master

I remember the wrath
The mountains with a soul made of ice
Bruised and sick within pain
Resembling a lifeless body
Fear fills your eyes
And you flee from yourself
No soul can stand this
No one will heal you
Is this a flight into infinity?
My scream echoes through the world
Your gaze is empty and weak like your soul?
You have the eyes of ice

As far as it seems to be - for us
So strong is his power
A full moon is shinning tonight
Through rock and stone his might is blazing
The fire's crackling echoes in the wind
Thoughts you can hate
In the calm glow of the night
Dreams you want to live
In your moment of loneliness
Your ritual - your soul's agony
Your ritual - the fight against your sadness
My ritual - soul searching

I am empty, desperate and depressed
The sadness entrenches itself deep in my heart
My heart beats heavy as thunder in winter
Sighing hurts, I can't breathe
Am I able to think clearly?
Does my reasoning rest in its own elixir, trapped?
Now I lift my head from the lake of tears
Can't bear myself and my reflection anymore
I hate everything around me. I need to kill
Am I sleeping? Am I dreaming? Am I awake?
I don't know anymore
Am I screaming? Does it hurt? Am I crying?
What do I want?
Time - I need time
Space - I need air?
Convulsions force me to the ground
Screams resound around me
Going far into the world
I wished I could be this sound

Give me screams - screams for my pain
Give me pain - Pain for my screams
Give me pain - pain for my wounds
Give me salt - to put into my wounds
Release the liquid of life - It takes only one single cut
Is this the answer - or just another unknown question