Gift Of Tongues

You want a god, a new messiah? An object of virtue, of deep desire? Your miseries shall all be broken I'll heal you without words being spoken... Death – the only path to reach you Pain – the only way to teach you Of what you missed 2000 years But craved for in your fears I'll lead your souls to the promised land Where glory reigns and our lives extend A new epoch without false behaviour A new millennium without... I – have chosen 12 of you To fulfil the work I've been elected to As descendants of prophets you shall deal Proclaimed by the wounds that will never heal You'll be the martyrs of a failed generation Your aches will drown all false temptation One being hanged, one beaten to death One skinned alive, one killed with a lance Everyone gets his own part To participate in my divine art 'cause I had died and started to live Decapitate – illuminate But you used to judge and not to give Mutilate – degenerate Take the silver spoon as a sign for my rules Sown in two – I stand over you You can't disturb me, you stupid fools Dance the silver court of life Your tongues shall speak my words – be strong You're gonna slightly breath You're gonna lose your faith You have forgot about the aim of life You shall believe, not just survive I want you to think about your inner perspective Don't look back in anger but in a poison-reactive Perfection – my weapon Illusion – my secret Deception – my disguise Believe in my... eyes! Following the voice of blood I take your tongues before you start To lose the frame called body To lose the shadow called soul I will speak through your remained tongues Showing us the newly-entered path