This night   this belief   suicidal curse   the priest   are screaming in chorus   thirsting   the don't breakup the night      This night   a lonely scream   dies faithful in the moon   the naked wrapped   with thorny grass    three crosses    soiled the dawn      The priest are here   the worship the crosses at dawn   and the sacrifice    becomes the truth   in their hands      One can see the night in the fire   it's a crusade without belief   being strong enough to lift a stone   to lift to the sky   my blood...      Wich is drink in brain pans   it's a drink of lonelyness   the ritual of a crime   my blood   is a joy for the masters   the corpse   the gods food      So fuck my thoughts   rape my dreams   and cut my veins   and drink, drink      Die with me