Silencer - Death - Pierce Me (2001)

Rip my throat, drink my blood,
Strangle me, drown me,
Give me vain and give me pain,
Knives running through me,
Oh, master of wounds - Cut me
Chase me, waste me,
Leave me in your arms
Cold hands, fingers like razors,
Break my neck, put out my light,
Crush my hope, rape my life
Cut me, hurt me, cut me, hurt me...
Cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me,
Take my life, kill me and kill me (and...)
I am what you deserve,
Death do me submerge

Panzer riders
Through bloody storms,
Acid spiders
In uniforms

Golden gleams
That are sunken streams,
Buried in the coil
Of infinite Di - Visions

I doom the carriers of wombs,
Opened are your shallow tombs

The consumption of six million stars,
Cyclonic winds in septic wars
Shed are the blood of Jewmans,
Slay the Lion of Juda,
Revive the night of crystals!

Convert my ashes,
Rebuild me in the spiral world
Of nowhere
My only solution
Is the cosmic conclusion -
Bow for me!
...Drei blintzeln kapitan!
(Nein, nicht, noch einmal!)

Vast souls
And inhumans,
Bitten by infected jaws

Abandoned minds
And corpses
Lurking with moulded eyes
Lacerated bodies
Without mourners
Nodding in gallows

Crushed skulls
Tasting the fur
Of dying cats

Needles, injecting pain
Flammable skin
And deadly thirst
Beyond mind
Is sleep to be found
Leap, leap, leap, leap
From life,
Leave yourself,
Die with me

Crush the shield of the Hexagon,
Condemn the sons of the law

Clones of Zychon around your chamber -
Taklamakan!
Organs of sturm gets closer to the shores,
The eagles has landed the tamer of storms

Grimish plague in stadio ultimo,
Six fields of unburnt ashes,
The monument of strangled masses

They are infected,
They are torn,
They are rejected,
They are born
Are they forlorn? Yes! They are forlorn

I am...
The silverhawk,
The razorking,
The cosmic observer,
The galactic crusader,
The eater of thoughts,
The watcher of eyes,
The drinker of skies...
...I am the macabre enslaver...
...Invisible but invincible

Throw out and kill
Nurish
And I'll breathe
The death

Die some
Because emptiness
Has grown old
Fire descending
The slow kill in the cold

Cast me into depths
Observe
Slowly sinking
Down
Through dark waters

The reflection of dead eyes
A dark figure
Blinded by the rage
And tripped in chaos
Running into walls