Blood And Soil

<br>This soil is dripping with the blood of angels<br>I can almost touch their hands through the ground<br>My eyes are filled with pride<br>For this land of the dead<br>Is the precious gift of my father<br>No mortal value can buy such a treasure<br>Which I cherish in my heart of hearts<br>Father - Satan with fangs stained in blood<br>Smile to my naive dreams<br>This unhallowed ground<br>Secret sanctuary of my thoughts<br>Where I walk hand in hand with death<br>Upon blood and soil<br>Oh, don`t mind any pain - it gives me wisdom<br>My rage is my strength - it gives me might<br>But something inside me seems to be lost<br>Is there hope for the blood of live<br>Or will I always fly alone<br>Those who are in hell hallowed be thy name<br>This is for you who made me what I am<br>For the storm that tries to shake my roots<br>Is just the breath of the dying god who once ruled heaven<br>But he won`t succed as long as I stand true to my ways<br>And even I am alone<br>I can`t remember what I`m missing