Sweet Holocaust

I got unknown force in my hand
I`ll make that fields and meadows burn
With fire from my eyes
you`ll be weeping for my smile and mercy
But I`m so cruel and I`ll be only laughing at you
Hearing your cries smelling your decays
Wathin your depraved faces
Oh the toys of mine
Oh the toys of mine

I am the people the people are me
I am an angel a deamon
I am the apokalipse
I am the gathering, the gathering of sins
I the Eternity the end of time is in me
I am the people the people are me
I the Creator the secret is in me

I gave you life and soul
And opportunities to survive
But your dusts and ashes are nothing alse
Than filth under my feet
So neither shining mornings
nor blue skies shall be seen
Only shadows of my burning hands
In this endless burning night
Oh the toys of mine
Oh the toys of mine

I am the people the people are me
I am an angel a deamon
I am the apokalipse
I am the gathering, the gathering of sins
I the Eternity the end of time is in me
I am the people the people are me
I the Creator the secret is in me

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Pain more pain
Kings has arrived
Do you hear slow and quiet
Steel vutures deadly ballet
Beginning at the end
In your starry-eyed minds I command
Whines are dying in my laughter
I bring with winds your last disaster
I eat the planet I love the most
I drink the blood of sweet holocaust
I am the people the people are me
I am an angel a deamon
I am the apokalipse
I am the gathering, the gathering of sins
I the Eternity the end of time is in me
I am the people the people are me
I the Creator the secret is in me