Tekster: Sodom. Spiritual Demise.

The sons of the night, the Gods of the light
Escorted by a rolling thunder
There is no grace, there is no guilt
Inflamed by a human wonder

Looking through my eyes
And see the wisdom from above
Execution of my mind
And spiteful symbols all around

Born to be a man
Who has no nature and no name
Can't wait 'til death arise
Spiritual demise

Lifeless dreams, racial kings
Absorbing through my eyes
Godlike creatures, false God leaders
Fighting side by side

Looking through my eyes
And see the wisdom from above
Execution of my mind
And spiteful symbols all around

Born to be a man
Who has no nature and no name
Can't wait 'til death arise
Spiritual demise

Give me the sign that I release
Like words of mystery
Invoking for the breeding madness
Eternal fleshly seed

This hate could fill my perverse heart
Erections now spill blood
The mortal dust that rides the wind
And fires born by sparks

Corrosive sins blanched my skin
That hell out of control
With open arms a peaceful dusk
And Satan takes me home

Looking through my eyes
And see the wisdom from above
Execution of my mind
And spiteful symbols all around

Born to be a man
Who has no nature and no name
Can't wait 'til death arise
Spiritual demise

This hate could fill my perverse heart
Erections now spill blood
The mortal dust that rides the wind
And fires born by sparks