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This depraved history tells me When the gods will be killed Open your mind to my world Open the door of your soul And tell me how I can make it And tell me how I can kill Don't be keen...you can cry if I would. Feeling a lot of colours / Feeling to lot of disorders/ Of the conduct from my slave. Pain / it's good, the pain is god, This is the impetuosity of my being, This a pleasure for me. The pain create slaves... Open your mind to my world, Open the door of your soul. Dark and damp is not wrongful, This is your condemnation Seize and run, it's not the path You can tread my head, You couldn't tread my mind. All sins, they're boring me, All gods have their devils. SongtexteAll sins have their punishment I'll be free when you die. A Single man can make something, A single man can make nothing If I would, can you try? If I would, you can die. This freedom is wrongful ,bastard, This is your fuck condemnation, It's not the path. THIS IS YOU!!! Feeling a lot of cries, Feeling a lot of disorders Of the conduct from my slave, Pain is good, the pain is god, This is the impetuosity of my being, This is a pleasure for you. PAIN! SLAVED! Aus Songtexte Mania