Das Its Zum Erschiessen Schön

I will die tonite for the second time 
I must die tonite 
I could taste the wine, but it's too late 
I'll burn with pride 
I'll die tonight upon the storm 

And I will cry over heavens 
No wound shall ever satisfy my senses 

No wound ! 
Never ! 

And I will cry over heavens 
No wound shall ever satisfy my senses 
And in my journey within the night 
I have made love with the divine 

In rememberance of an existence 
Which has much been filled with void and nothingness 
I'll burn with pride 
I'll die tonite 
I'll die tonite upon the storm 

Feel the flesh of sacred Aeons 

I have felt all around me the flesh of sacred Aeons 
In my womb grows the child of thy fornication 

My hour is almost come when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames 
Must render up myself 

Now I can touch your lips 
And kiss you goodbye 
For I leave 
For I leave you alone 

Eternity ain't enough 
Frozen heat of hell overcame my body 
You're not enough for me 

No woman nor man 
I shall ever love 
As I only praise 
My own sad savour