ALCHEMIST OF PAIN (Schmielden)

One brights of strengh
one brights of Death
one other gives the graves
the last won't be saved

Chaos is my birth
Hate is what I love
Reaper is my gardian
Future doesn't exist

one changes iron in gold
one changes heaven in hell
one other kills the old
for the last tolls the bell

Chaos is my birth
Hate is what I love
Reaper is my gardian
Future doesn't exist

swimming in the piss for the first one
standing in the rubbish for the second one
rotting in a cell for the other
crying for freddom for the loser

first is the chaos
second is the ahte
third is the reaper
the last is your future

Chaos is my birth
Hate is what I love
Reaper is my gardian
Future doesn't exist

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