Samael Rebellion Rebellion Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh That is my hell Penitent rebel Riding the ether or grovelling in the mud I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh Captured and tortured I don't want this, I want to leave How can one go when one has already arrived? Flight is an illusion And even triumph is bitter When only the battle is counted I know how little is the value of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way REBELLION! After The Sepulture Nothing ever stops Everything starts again The end and the beginning Are eternal lovers Prisoners of our bodies From the cot to the grave Impotent puppets We aspire to the light The sun will turn in black You will see the dark After the sepulture After the sepulture... Grams of their brother's cries Spirit lastly free oneself Like raise the incense smoke And the funeral orations Here time is unreal Hours and minutes are meaningless Here eternity has a name Remorse and... penitence The sun will turn in black You will see the dark... After the sepulture After the sepulture... Life is just an illusion Going round and round I Love The Dead I love the dead before they're cold, Their blueing flesh for me to hold. Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing. I love the dead before they rise, No farewells, no goodbyes. I never even knew your now-rotting face. While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave. I have other uses for you, Darling. I love the dead, I love the dead, I love the dead. I love the dead, I love the dead, I love the dead. I love the dead, I love the dead, I love the dead. I love the dead, I love the dead, I love the dead. Yes I do. I love the dead, I love the dead, I love... the dead. [Untitled] Wir sind aus Kraft, und Licht Wir sind aus Kraft, und Licht - Ich bin nur Fleisch und Blut Unsere Gegenwart ist deine Zukunft - Es gibt keine Zukunft Wir haben Zeit, wir geben Hoffnung - Es gibt keinen Hoffnung... Du bist der Frage deren Antwort wir haben - Es gibt keinen Hoffnung - Es gibt keine Zukunft - Ich bin nur Fleisch und Blut Du bist der Frage deren Antwort wir haben - Es gibt keinen Hoffnung Wir geben Hoffnung, wir haben Zeit Unsere Gegenwart ist deine Zukunft - Ich bin nur Fleisch und Blut Wir sind aus Kraft, und Licht Wir sind aus Kraft, und Licht