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I did not know how to sing

I had lost my voice and there were no words to be sung

The poor gave me notes and meaning for the letters

I did not know any Anger

But the Tyrant´s showed me the path of pain and suffering.

I did not know any Love

Cos my heart had never been in bloom

Never been touched by any spark

The rivers taught me bliss, beauty and flowing

Thus I became to understand the essence of Love

I did not know what poetry was

But I listened to the words of lovers

How they spoke to each other with such grace

And it dawned to me with little rays of sun.

Your Jedi-Tricks
In to the minds eye
Illusions
False mirrors
Willó the Wisps
At my souls landscape

You torment me
You send me images
That you know
Will haunt me
Years to come

My darling demon
I will kill you
Catch your fire
And put it out

Enjoy your last supper
To the last drop
To the last bone
Suck the marrows out

You pretty fool
Thinking you have won
What comes after the fall of pride?

Do you need your priest?
Take your absolution
Don´t you dare rest in peace!

Don´t look

Don´t breath

It´s here

The night

I will make your shadows so bright

You´ll have no place to turn and hide

Come out, come out I taunt you so well

Soon you´ll be here even without my spell..



Come out and play with us mortals

You and your fellow gods

Hang around in our flesh

Hear our bones crackling sounds

Make love like we do

Sweaty and beaten

Feel the pain as it gives you rushes

Feel that you´re alive

No more marmor stone

No more cold, jaded and alone



Why seek for prayers

In this day and age?

They no longer fear you

They have no shame!

Pagans are the way to go

They still have a soul

But why stay up in the air

When you could be worshipped

And loved down here?



What has it been?

Thousands of years?

Since you have been

Traveld here?

Alot has been done

Changed even from back then

Mamals we are still

Stupid and ill



Apes, yes some of us are

Decadented, ruind and so far

But we love our own corpses

We love the mess

We are almost awakend

To our own Hellness

We don´t need no saviour

No glory, no honor

Did we spoil your image

So sorry



But wait just a sec..

You made us to reflect you?

Mirrors aren`t we all

So why the hell are you so mad?

Down here we don´t smash mirrors

Even if we don´t like what we see.

Mitä kehollisuus on?
Minä uskallan kysyä sinulta

Minä tiedän vain hengestä
Olen kuvitellut itseni aineettomaksi
Koska en ole asunut kehossani kuin vähän aikaa
Asettauduin siihen muukalaisena
Kaikki ne osat hallittavana
Hankalaa

Kuinka harjata hiukset oikein?
Miten sormet toimivat?
Miten juosta?
Tanssia?

Katkeroituneena
Kateellisena
Paheksuvasti arvostellen
Olen katsonut toisten kehoja

Pakottanut oman lihani liikkeeseen joka tuntuu sille oudolta
Vai olenko vain itse outo?
Tyhmä kun en saa hallintaani omaa luustoani?

Olen lihan kurittamisen ekspertti
Vaikka en siltä näytäkään
Koitan olla armollinen hallitsija edes sunnuntaisin
Ja sunnuntai on joka päivä

Yritän lepytellä vaivaista ruumista
Se inahtelee, se irvistelee
kuin sata vuotta se olisi elänyt
Ja vasta kolmatta se mokoma käy
Hellin ja tarjoan herkkuja

Koska joutuuhan se kannattamaan tätä liian suurta egoa
Egoa jota se pitää hallinnassa
ja kuiskii joka hetki
Muista olet kuolevainen
Muista olet kuolevainen
Kuin se olisi Roomalainen Tyranni

Ehkä se on hyväkin niin, että Tyrannilla on puuhaa
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