Sinn – Back to the source
Back to the source
Of humanity
I burn the icons
Of your morality
Cause I am the male
The primal one
I raise my strength
And spit my wrath
I am the male
The evolved one
I rape the flesh
And spill the blood
See the pride of the foolish men
Teaching the rules of their behavior
Fake instinct, hubristic thinking
Nothing’s real but the delusion,
Back to the source
Of humanity
I burn the icons
Of your morality
I am the male
The primal one
I raise my strength
And spit my wrath
I am the male
The evolved one
I rape the flesh
And spill the blood
I made love to the dead
Sought pleasure in the forbidden
I stole the innocence of your children
Got drunk by the perfume of incest
Sacrificed purity on the wheel of pain
Satisfied my desires on the altar of perversions
But no matter the crime
I am the instinctive truth
no matter the crime
no matter the crime
I am the natural son
I made love with the dead
Sought pleasure in the forbidden
I stole the innocence of your children
Got drunk by the perfume of incest
I baptized myself with the blood of the innocence
Burning your babies in my obscenity
I achieved my fantasies with lifless corpses
Devoted my lust to blood and suffering
But no matter the crime
I am the instinctive truth
No matter the crime
I am the natural son
I am the male
The primal one
I raise my strength
And spit my wrath
I am the male
The evolved one
I rape the flesh
And spill the blood
I am back to the source