Temple of the Worms

We need insanity, to prove to be human.
We agitate and burn for another world.
For the world of ecstasy and sweet madness.
Fouling our everyday weakness, slavery, sleep!
Gnawing their own in lather bestiality, where boredom of Christ crush us under.
We need insanity for our amusement, for evidence of our own magnitude.
Calling Satan now for help!
Poison, boiling blood and fever!
Giving body to the flame!
Thus seeing the beauty of abstract paradise, where lust for it‘s engrained deep inside, below.
Gnawing their own in lather bestiality, impulsing to the gust of hysteria.
Galvanize the dreaming in lashing spasm of epilepsy.
Splendour and beauty of spasms.
Galvanize the dreaming, lashes enormous spasms.
We love our own deep inside.
Galvanize the dreaming, we love epilepsy.
Galvanize the dreaming, we love our own deep inside
Splendour and beauty.
Where the hand of priest avoids from the fire.
Beyond the reach of heaven , we intent ourselves to radiant horrors of hell,
flush of instincts, horrors of hell.
flush of instincts, liberty of sin, tormenting,
immolation of flesh.
We need insanity, to prove to be human.
Fouling our everyday weakness, slavery, sleep!