Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Drudenhaus Anthem, artist - Anorexia Nervosa. Album song Drudenhaus, in the genre Date of issue: 28.07.2012
Record label: Osmose
Song language: English
The Drudenhaus Anthem |
| I reach the quintessence of all that is |
| I was, I am and I shall be again |
| Burn and torture me for I am the witch |
| The Antechrist you’ve feared for years and years |
| Burn me and burn us there’s no time to waste |
| Burn, burn before you understand |
| For crime so pure and restless tragedies |
| I transgress your world into the house of dawn |
| For redemption and immortality |
| A sacred sin for divine perfection |
| Drudenhaus! |
| O Roy des cieux et Seigneur des Seigneurs |
| O ange des anges, toi que craignent tous les hommes en silence |
| Je suis l’ineffable et ton bras vengeur |
| L’unique salut de ce monde profane et sans grace |
| I pray for all and whole non-salvation |
| And all the phantoms on earth follow me |
| I search for some old forgotten treasures |
| And the girl made of gold is forever above me |
| Down into the house of dawn I rest |
| Between these walls of huge flesh I lay |
| Dawn of Miracle — Drudenhaus! |
| Where life sets and burns until the fall |
| Through the sacred semence of the Lord — my soul |
| I caress the total universe |
| Even so vast mortal skies and oceans cannot |
| Fill the house of presence and goldlust storms |
| There grows the shadow of all my passions |
| There all is silence and will of seduction |
| Mourir de notre main ou de la votre |
| Mourir et enfin vivre d’absolu |
| Et vous serez fiers de nous avoir juge |
| Mais nous seuls nous etions condamnes |
| I touch the quintessence of all that is |
| I was, I am and I shall be again |
| Fuck and slaughter me for I am the witch |
| The mystic force you’ve cursed for years and years |
| Burn me and burn us there’s no time to waste |
| Burn, burn before it’s too late |
| 3. God Bless The Hustler |
| Shining upon their chests |
| The silver seal |
| The blood-red penitents |
| Towards our land |
| From my window I can guess |
| The flames of their so-called heaven |
| By now, I should run away |
| Leave the house, the church, the grave |
| And I won’t do that |
| I open my eyes — cannot move |
| Their hell after tracks me down |
| Has finally put his hand in mine |
| Torture me if you want |
| I have learnt to suffer |
| And in my grave |
| Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties |
| Once more saved — nevermore |
| Mare tenebrarum — the red penitents |
| My fate divine — their worst obssession |
| Burn in hell you c***! |
| Their eyes are burning more than their crosses |