Songtext von Insane Angelic Suffering

Insane Angelic Suffering He's standing straight A clenched fist and a proud look Fires and sins burn Slow dive into himself He is still and strong Yet phantoms come out They touch subconscious Embraced by traps of temptation By the stench of demons He won't humble himself! He can hear and see everything He perceives misery and external suffering He is hit through you The flood of sins and blood The devil addresses him deadly The angel is erect He won't humble himself yet His body is alive, his soul is rotten The decay of conscience Devils become weak yet they rage The angel´s resistance breaks them Through your mind Through your soul Through your battlefield Your angel He won't humble himself! And you will live... The death is so close All gods judge you The hell has its throne The death is so close Thousands of days have passed Only your epitaph will remain And the grave of stone Mystery Mystery Through your mind Through your soul Through your battlefield Your angel He won't humble himself! And you will rot....