Woorden:
The Filth Lust For Glory

Posing for the cameras posing for the postcards We lower ourselves to parodies of what society wants us to be They don't want to know that punk means

The Evil arise from within feel the charming touch of shame whispers of lust are calling me again lux eterna humanae glorie tenebrarum rex aliger daemon aliger daemon filth

goodbye Light will cheer with absence for the newborn lord of flies Nightspawn Darkwinged creation Come forth from the shadows Revel your lust for

of the flesh Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past Praying for mercy, receiving the