Nomad - In the King's Hands lyrics

Born in a grimace of fight for breath of his souls Cursed in metaphors Rejected in an ideal molesting of life On a scream carried by La Vey I am the freedom I am the significance A sense of precipitous, dry provocations The leader made of paper has disappeared In my spatial image I'm the king of dreams Escape with camps of lazy orgasms In the manifestation of power and downfall On the other side, being all depths of hells I'm screaming: "freedom" In the reverence of ungodly children Convenient like beast's eyes Forgotten to the frightened Possessed by the pleasure of wind Worshiping evil in the curse I'm scolding with freedom, agony and fossil In the symptom of ecstasy Somewhere in a dream Well-groomed I'm k**ing your little gods In the fire of imperious south I'm hovering with freedom "Like after experienced captivity in the shrine of good The horde of evil kneels down in a stoned fault"