The Shriek Blockaded Machinery

Tears Me Away In This Very Moment

Deep Dark Night Embraces Me Like A Casket

Black Rain Cauterizes The Protecting Surface



It's Not Only One Which Fulfills Me With Fear

There Are Lots Of Like A Mask

For Each Situation Another Countenance

Like Cadaverous Fire It Overcasts My Being



I Can't See The Course Any Longer

Death Is No Expectation

Truth Is Broken In Mediocity

And In There Repeatedly Rituals



I Got The Crushing Perception

Of My Own Insignificance



The Marmoraccon Angel

Offers Me An Occult Smile

But I Only See The Mourning

And The Dissociation In It's Eyes



It's Not The Religion Which Delivers Me

Like A Ship In The Deep Black Sea

It's The Animalistic Abyss

A Really Flowing Stream Perverted Desire



I Could Show My Paradise

But You Won't Understand

I Could Snatch The Blindess Away From You

And You Would Perish With Me



Supplementary Exegesis:

Music By Matton Sep '92

Lyrics By Bartsch Aug '92