Magic mirror on the wall please tell me...who are we?
Looking back i see nothing more, than human race falling down
To destruction, chaos, hunger and hate - Can we change it? isn't that too late?
We just need to gather all, standing up, we shouldn't fall

So brothers... gather now
We are going to war and hell
In the name of Mankind's Freedom and right to Live!

Pain, sadness and darkness that is all I can see now
Human race has fall into the abyss
Engage Your fight.... I'll be with You
Using Our wisdom We shall prevail
We say : enough victims...enough pain...
We must fight, We must crawl...
We must and We will show them who we are......

So brothers... gather now
We are going to war and hell
In the name of Mankind's Freedom and right to Live!

I feel the rage, the endless wrath
Of the One I served before
My love for a mortal being
Made be weaker, and lifeless

I won't be forgiven, I cannot lie
This painfull truth I cannot deny
Unto despair was I thrown
All that is left is now to mourn
As the serpent came to Eve
Lead me by charm made belief
The folly of earthly shell
Now forsaken I must dwell
I cry out I call your  God where is the hope I once had
It lies forsaken now I see, left out cast on from me
My dreams are filled now to the bream
With godless sights so bare and grim

It's not often I write out of spite.
But about someone so grievous,
to avoid reality,
I bring this into the darkness.

I know I'm sick,
that makes you a fucking disease.
Corrupting everything we represent.
Talking about love and respect
Caring only for self-worshiping.

The death of you maybe a strong thought.
It may have been cruel.
But then we were able to breathe, grow,
Without self-pitty and fear.

Only few feel this way.
Jesus your name, Atrocious your feelings
Others will love you all the same,
Other's will wake up...just like i did.

Hating everything about you,
In the mirror, in public,
What should I do to you?
Nothing as usual.

I hate the way you look,
It makes me ill,
Confidence that you took,
Just let me walk away as you stay still.

I keeping coming back to the same old habit,
The habit I hate more than you,
Having to look at you every fucking day,
I hate it.

I hate you more than you know,
I should cut with a razor,
Giving more pleasure than you'd know,
And thats the last thing I want to do.