Текст: Edge Of Sanity. Unorthodox. Enigma.

Psalm 1 'The Blessing'
The Priest:
Confess your sins to God, don't be afraid.
Just like me of flesh and blood you're
made. I can heal your wounds and cleanse
your soul, but never return all those
lives you stole.
The Witch:
'You can burn in hell'
The Preacher:
God gives you shelter at heavens shore,
abandon your thoughts to the mighty.
Into the chapel of holyness, live for the
sacred empire, engender the Enigma.
The Unorthodox:
Sacerdotal majesty, a recreant nonentity?
Do you remember when you said.
The Priest:
I can heal the dead.
The Unorthodox:
Paroxysmal ecstacy, dementia or deity?
Sapless you are crawling, to confess
your sins?
Psalm 2 'Celestial Dissension'
The further side, a confounded lie,

panegyration a reunion of riddles? The
sorrow, the funeral truth, mentally
fraud wih pseudo relics, enigma, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regeneration.
Insidious and caught, implored by disgra-
ce. Inhumation... The burial of man. Con-
fession... Unify all evil. Deep inside, the
unknown quest, the sphere is so depres-
sed, a harp with broken strings, and the gro-
und, this mazy world do still exist, the
ghouls arise from the mist. Renascent
through the holy scripture, submission
to what for us is illusion. From the tene-
brous depths of history, who will divulge
the mystery. Unguiculated, unholy,
ungodly, commander of the regenerati-
on, insidious and caught, implored by dis-
grace, inhumation... The burial of man,
comfession... Unify all evil.
Psalm 3 'The Loss of Hallowed Life'
Ha, ha, ha, haoow.