I'd Like That
The dead speaks to me
From beyond the grave
That is what my conscience is
I've buried the dead alive
The blood of the child is pure now
In death it gives me life
The circle is complete
Begin another ...
Dark cold icy death
As the scorpion stings the minds obsessed
A venomous kiss of profane grace
As shades of hatred reigns
Silent screams of suffering
I stand in flames of torturing
Goddess of flesh hunger and desire
Grant me wings of hellish fire
Know that all my creations spring
From blood on the cross in blasphemy
I am death the creator of
From beyond the grave
That is what my conscience is
I've buried the dead alive
The blood of the child is pure now
In death it gives me life
The circle is complete
Begin another ...
Dark cold icy death
As the scorpion stings the minds obsessed
A venomous kiss of profane grace
As shades of hatred reigns
Silent screams of suffering
I stand in flames of torturing
Goddess of flesh hunger and desire
Grant me wings of hellish fire
Know that all my creations spring
From blood on the cross in blasphemy
I am death the creator of
I'm Always Chasing Rainbows
I’m always chasing rainbows,
Watching clouds drifting by.
My schemes are just likeall my dreams,
Ending in tne sky.
Some fellows look and find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain,
Some fellows make a winning sometime,
I never even make again, believe me,
I’m always chasing rainbows,
Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.