Текст песни Das Its Zum Erschiessen Schön

I will die tonite for the second time
I must die tonite
I could taste the wine, but it's too late
I'll burn with pride
I'll die tonight upon the storm
And I will cry over heavens
No wound shall ever satisfy my senses
No wound !
Never !
And I will cry over heavens
No wound shall ever satisfy my senses
And in my journey within the night
I have made love with the divine
In rememberance of an existence
Which has much been filled with void and nothingness
I'll burn with pride
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I'll die tonite upon the storm
Feel the flesh of sacred Aeons
I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred Aeons
In my womb grows the child of thy fornication
My hour is almost come when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself
Now I can touch your lips
And kiss you goodbye
For I leave
For I leave you alone
Eternity ain't enough
Frozen heat of hell overcame my body
You're not enough for me
No woman nor man
I shall ever love
As I only praise
My own sad savour