Gold into your Veins Songtext
von Maniae

Through the thoughts of the anthill
A nameless evil is holing up
Preparing to rensack the mind
Of the one who was a weak among the weaks
About to create the registration number of his prey
About to condemn him to madness
Through the eyes of the judges of his world

Sculptor of a New pathogenic ideal


Burn the unique thought world
Legalise the Against
The thinker shall throne
And be sanctified with the gold into tour veins

The lonelyness of the goat
Came from his will of being a hero
Far from the flock
The fatality of Truth Is a lie

I raise my crown
Awake all the cadavers
Whom the flesh is made with lies
Bury your preachers
Be the giant

Fatality is a lie