I reach the quintessence of all that is 
I was, I am and 
I shall be again 
Burn and torture me for 
I am the witch 
The Antechrist you've feared for years and years 
Burn me and burn us there's no time to waste 
Burn, burn before you understand 
For crime so pure and restless tragedies 
I transgress your world into the house of dawn 
For redemption and immortality 
A sacred sin for divine perfection 
Drudenhaus ! 
O Roy des cieux et 
Seigneur des 
Seigneurs 
O ange des anges, toi que craignent tous les hommes en silence 
Je suis l'ineffable et ton bras vengeur 
L'unique salut de ce monde profane et sans grace 
I pray for all and whole non-salvation 
And all the phantoms on earth follow me 
I search for some old forgotten treasures 
And the girl made of gold is forever above me 
Down into the house of dawn 
I rest Between these walls of huge flesh 
I lay Dawn of 
Miracle - 
Drudenhaus ! 
Where life sets and burns until the fall 
Through the sacred semence of the 
Lord - my soul 
I caress the total universe 
Even so vast mortal skies and oceans cannot 
Fill the house of presence and goldlust storms 
There grows the shadow of all my passions 
There all is silence and will of seduction 
Mourir de notre main ou de la votre 
Mourir et enfin vivre d'absolu 
Et vous serez fiers de nous avoir juge 
Mais nous seuls nous etions condamnes 
I touch the quintessence of all that is 
I was, I am and 
I shall be again 
**** and slaughter me for 
I am the witch 
The mystic force you've cursed for years and years 
Burn me and burn us there's no time to waste 
Burn, burn before it's too late 3. 
God Bless 
The Hustler [Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999] 
Shining upon their chests 
The silver seal 
The blood-red penitents 
Towards our land 
From my window 
I can guess 
The flames of their so-called heaven 
By now, I should run away 
Leave the house, the church, the grave 
And I won't do that 
I open my eyes - cannot move 
Their hell after tracks me down 
Has finally put his hand in mine 
Torture me if you want 
I have learnt to suffer 
And in my grave 
Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties 
Once more saved - nevermore 
Mare tenebrarum - the red penitents 
My fate divine - their worst obssession 
Burn in hell you cunt ! 
Their eyes are burning more than their crosses