Stigmata (Seed Of Anti-babylon)

Those dreams Thou hidest before my sleep In darkness dwells their potency Until unleashed in ecstasy of monumental pride So purely focused within my heart I promise we will never part, my darkness Let the blind ones kill the light And even death shall not survive Alas, I await these final days When all false grace shall be washed away Thus, torn apart am I between the worlds that I once knew Unequal are the boundaries of mental strength Through which my will surrenders to instinct Unleashed is hatred, the seed of existence Possessed by alliance's words they shall die Und was mir bleibt sind nur die Traenen