Text: Cryptic Wintermoon. A Coming Storm. Bastard.

gloryfied - gorified - idolized breed
durfing on adrenaline - i feed - i feed - i feed
smell my odour - fear if perfume - bootlickers choice
if sorrow means a joke for you - i make you laugh

i am yoour pain amplifier
in the dark of night - i rush into your soul
fuck you - shitfaced creation
i will amplify your needs

die bastard - die by my hands
die bastard - rot in hell

paralized - sterilized - fools to the core
a puppetshow without puppeteers
advertised - brainwashed minds - stampede of sanity
does anybody need a god - i`ll make some more

i am your god`s crucifier
so welcome me - just like a star
wake up - the train has gone too far
you will deify my deeds
who needs professionals
when still fools exist
keeping up the idols
that made you so pissed
laughing - when i hit your face again
real entertainment - this is no fun
bastard - i wish you hell
riding on the wings of wrath - wrath

lower instincts dominate - to gain victory
nothing but a chapter - in some litany
touched by a shade of thruth