Quis Sicut Deus? („Mīkā’īl“, übersetzt: „Wer ist wie Gott?“)

Quis Sicut Deus?

Quis Sicut Deus?

Thunder rolled across the throne of light

Heaven’s banners burned in the night

A shadow rose with a serpent’s grin

The dawn itself was torn by sin

Legions clashed in celestial flame

Stars fell screaming Lucifer’s name

But from the blaze with sword held high

Michael rose through the shattered sky

Wings of justice, blazing white

He swore an oath before the fight

“No crown of pride, no tyrant’s breath

Shall steal creation into death.”

Archangel Michael, heaven’s blade

Breaker of the rebel’s raid

Light against the dragon’s fire

Judgment forged in holy ire

Archangel Michael, hear the cry

Cast the fallen from the sky

Chains of dawn and thunder’s fall 

Heaven shall not break to all

Lucifer roared, a storm of hate

Crowned in ruin, defying fate

Claws of shadow, wings of night

He struck the sun with venomous might

But Michael’s shield was burning gold

A faith no darkness ever could hold

Their clash split time, their fury hurled

Echoing through the newborn world

“Pride has poisoned all you were

Brightest star turned conqueror

By the Source that gave you flame

I end your throne, I end your claim.”

Archangel Michael, heaven’s blade

Breaker of the rebel’s raid

Light against the dragon’s fire

Judgment forged in holy ire

Archangel Michael, strike him down

Shatter night’s corrupted crown

From the heights to dust they fall 

Demons driven, banished all

Spear of dawn through midnight cast

Lucifer’s wings were torn at last

Heaven roared like a thousand suns

War was ended, the victory won

Down they spiraled, flame and scream

Through the veil of the mortal dream

Earth received the shattered horde

Fallen angels, forever abhorred

Archangel Michael, heaven’s flame

Eternal guardian of the Name

He cast the serpent, broke his reign

Bound in exile, ash and chain

Archangel Michael, victor crowned

Where the faithful light is found

From the heights to earth they fell 

Michael cast down kings of hell

Rotten grin carved into your face

Walking corpse in a human shape

Knife in your smile, venom in your breath

Every step you take reeks of death

You fuck with hearts like loaded guns

Leave them bleeding, one by one

You swear you’re clean, you swear you’re right

But you rot in lies every fucking night

Bloody Asshole, spit your name in hate

Cheating every soul that crosses your fate

Bloody Asshole, hear the crowd ignite

You sell out everyone just to feel alive

Marked deck, crooked roll

Stealing wins you’ll never own

Call them brothers, stab them slow

Watch them fall, then steal the show

Bloody Asshole, parasite in skin

Every game you play is a mortal sin

Bloody Asshole, look at what you are

A trail of broken lives like a scar

You never lift a hand unless it feeds

Never shed a tear unless you bleed them dry

You built your throne from bones and screams

Now choke on dust, choke on your schemes

No more victims left to blame

No more mirrors free of shame

You played them all, you played it smart

But in the end you raped your own heart

Alone you stand, no crown, no crew

Every lie returns to

FUCKING YOU!!!

Libera me, Domine  (Befreie mich Herr)

De tenebris animae (Von der Dunkelheit der Seele)

Non in puella, sed in me (Nicht im Mädchen, sondern in mir)

Libera me, libera me (Befreie mich, befreie mich)

Glocken brechen aus Erz und Stein

Der Himmel färbt sich blutig ein

Weihrauch kriecht durch kalte Hallen

Wie Schatten, die vom Glauben fallen

Ein Flüstern weht durch Tür und Tor

„Aperi portas…“ – das Dunkel tritt hervor (Öffne die Türen)

Er schreitet durch das Kirchenschiff

Ein Mann aus Buße, Stolz und Gift

Das Kreuz erhebt sich in der Hand

Wie ein Urteil, hart gebannt

„In nomine Patris!“ – ruft er laut (im Namen des Vaters)

Sein Blick ist Feuer, kalt und rauh

Das Mädchen kniet im Kerzenschein

Mit Augen klar – fast engelsrein

Gefesselt durch die fromme Pflicht

Von Angst, die aus den Psalmen spricht

Er sieht im Zittern schon das Tier

Doch nur sein Wahn spricht aus ihm hier

Libera me, Domine  (Befreie mich Herr)

De tenebris animae (Von der Dunkelheit der Seele)

Non in puella, sed in me (Nicht im Mädchen, sondern in mir)

Libera me, libera me (Befreie mich, befreie mich)

Libera me, Domine

De tenebris animae

Non in puella, sed in me

Libera me, libera me

Exorzist – erheb´ dein Wort

Verdamm´ das Kind am heiligen Ort

Du jagst den Teufel aus ihrem Blut

Doch nährst in dir die schwarze Glut

Geweihtes Wasser fällt wie Stein

Auf Haut, die immer schon war heilig rein

Latein zerbricht in Marmorhallen

Wie morscher Glaube, abgefallen

„Exorcizo te!“ – sein Atem brennt (Ich treibe dich aus)

Als wär’ er selbst der, der sie kennt

Er presst das Kreuz in zartes Fleisch

Sein Eifer bricht – fanatisch, bleich

Ein Schrei erklingt – doch nicht von ihr

Er stammt aus seinem Innern hier

Ein Flackern huscht durch sein Gesicht 

Ein Schatten, der den Schein zerbricht.

Parce mihi, Domine (Erbarme dich meiner, Herr)

Quia peccavi (Denn ich habe gesündigt)

In speculo veritas apparuito (Die Wahrheit erschien im Spiegel)

Libera me, sed non possum (Befreie mich, aber ich selbst kann es nicht)

Exorzist – erheb´ dein Schwert

Gegen ein Herz, das sich nicht wehrt

Du rufst den Dämon in die Nacht

Und merkst zu spät, wer in dir wacht

Ein Spiegel stürzt vom Hochaltar

Zerspringt in Splitter, es wird klar

Im Glas kein Kind mit schwarzem Blick 

Nur er in seinem Wahnsinnstick

Der Chor erhebt sich, Sturm aus Stein

„Non illa! Non illa!“ – hallt es hinein (Nicht sie! Nicht sie!)

„Daemon habitat in corde tuo!“ (Der Dämon wohnt in deinem Herzen!)

Und seine Augen werden hohl

Die Stimme, die er Dämon nennt

Ist die, die tief in ihm schon brennt

Kein fremder Geist, kein fremdes Sein

Er selbst lud ihn ins Herz hinein

Exorzist – nun knie im Staub

Der Himmel bleibt für dich stets taub

Du jagtest Schatten durch ihr Blut

Und gabst dem Abgrund neue Glut

In nomine Patris — cadit sacerdos! (Im Namen des Vaters – der Priester fällt)

In nomine Filii — cor eius ardet! (Im Namen des Sohnes – sein Herz brennt)

In nomine Spiritus — daemon regnat! (Im Namen des Heiligen Geistes – der Dämon herrscht!)

Libera me (Befreie mich)

Sed sero est (Aber es ist zu spät)

Kerzen verlöschen, Rauch wird kalt

Die Kathedrale schweigt alsbald

Ein Talar liegt im Marmorstaub

Der Glaube fault, dem Sinn beraubt

Wo einst ein Priester bannen wollt´

Was nie im Kind gebor´ n sein konnt’ 

Dort bleibt nur Wahrheit, schwarz und schwer

Der Dämon war schon immer er

Cracks in the ground, hear the warning scream

Sky turns black like a dying dream

Sirens choke on the breath of fate

The ground starts to hate, it won’t wait

Pressure builds deep under skin and stone

Ancient rage in the overthrown

No god answers, no escape

Just the pulse of a planet full of hate

EARTHQUAKE! Feel the ground ignite

Cities fall in the dead of night

EARTHQUAKE! No prayers left to make

Bow to the power of the EARTHQUAKE

Foundations scream, steel starts to bend

Every beginning meets its end

You run, you crawl, you suffocate

Under the weight of the buried hate

EARTHQUAKE! Hear the mountains break

Hearts pound hard as the fault lines shake

EARTHQUAKE! No soul escapes

This is the reign of the EARTHQUAKE

Tectonic fists rise from below

Ripping apart what you thought you owned

Gravity laughs, balance dies

The world collapses before your eyes

History snaps in a violent roar

Nothing sacred anymor

Nature claims what you desecrate

Judgment comes without debat.

EARTHQUAKE! Feel the ground ignite

Cities fall in the dead of night

EARTHQUAKE! No prayers left to make

Bow to the power of the EARTHQUAKE

Silence crawls through dust and flame

The earth exhales

Nothing’s still the same

Dry winds howled across the land

Cracked earth burned beneath their hands

Two green shadows, thin and worn

Chasing life in fields of thorn

They wandered far through dust and flame

Through withered reeds and skies of shame

No brook to sing, no pond to gleam

Just heat that crushed each fragile dream

Half-dead beneath the farmer’s roof

They found salvation , bitter proof

A jug of milk, so white, so deep

A shining well their thirst to keep

Frogs In The Jug — drowning in white!

Frogs In The Jug — fight or lose the fight!

In the silence of the night

Hope burns brighter than the light

Frogs In The Jug — choose to live or die!

They leapt inside that porcelain grave

They drank and gulped like beasts to save

Their burning throats, their aching skin

Blind to the trap they now were in

They swam to climb the curving wall

But slick despair denied them all

They kicked and clawed through endless hours

While strength dissolved in fading powers

Frogs In The Jug — drowning in white!

Frogs In The Jug — fading from sight!

When the walls are steep and high

And your wings refuse to fly

Frogs In The Jug — will to live defy!

What use is struggle? It is done

Spoke the first frog to the sunless one

He sank beneath the milk so pale

A silent end, a tragic tale

But the other roared into the dark

A stubborn, pounding, rebel heart

He thrashed and churned through doubt and fear

Through endless night that would not clear

Frogs In The Jug — drowning in white!

Frogs In The Jug — fading from sight!

When the walls are steep and high

And your wings refuse to fly

Frogs In The Jug — will to live defy!

When morning pierced the chamber cold

A golden truth began to unfold

Where once was milk, now butter lay

Forged by the fight of night’s delay

He climbed upon that solid crown

From liquid grave to higher ground

One final leap,  the jug behind

Salvation earned by iron mind

When hope is ash and skies are black

And all the world is turning back 

Remember what the brave one did

In Frogs In The Jug

Big mouth open, iron tone

Thinks he carved the truth in stone

Points his finger, stands up tall

Bow before the Know-It-All

Every room becomes his stage

Preaching wisdom, fueled by rage

Never wrong, never doubt

Shouting others’ voices out

Corrects the air, corrects the ground

Burns it all while talking sound

Speaks in laws he never learned

Leaves behind what he has burned

Calls it help, calls it grace

Leaves a scar on every face

Know-It-All, hear him crawl

Climbing up on others’ fall

Know-It-All, loud and proud

Poison preaching to the crowd

Know-It-All, truth turned thin

Every word another sin

Every warning brushed aside

Ego bloated, logic died

If you speak, he shuts you down

Wears his certainty like a crown

What he touches turns to rust

Kills respect, erodes all trust

Claims he’s right by being cruel

Mistakes control for being cool

Knowledge twisted into chains

Leaves behind debris and pain

Know-It-All, standing alone

Talking to a world that’s gone

Know-It-All, scream and preach

No one left within your reach

Know-It-All, hear the fall

Echo answers when you call

Empty room, no eyes, no sound

Just your voice bouncing around

Lessons lost, bridges burned

Now you reap what you’ve earned

No one left to hear you stall

King of nothing, Know-It-All

Behold… the sacred panel

Behold… the numbered bags

The rite of assembly begins

Last screw… missing…

I spread the parchment on the floor

The holy manual of particle lore

Each plank anointed, pre-drilled true

Each fastener sorted in solemn view

I turned the key with priestly care

Aligned the joints with measured prayer

The frame arose, devout, complete

A wooden artwork at my feet

Then final step. The destined place

One threaded void. A vacant face

The diagram glowed like prophecy 

A screw that did not come to me

Last screw missing — sing the sin

The sacred build undone within

Raise the shrine and watch it fall

One absent piece condemns it all

Last screw missing — chant the loss

Martyr of the Allen cross

All my labor, all my strain 

Broken by one missing grain

I scour the ground in crawling dread

Through sawdust ash and washer bed

Dowels like bones, bolts like teeth 

Relics of the rite beneath

Did factory gods withhold their grace

Was I denied by time and space

Or did the screw, in secret jest

Flee the bag to mock my quest

The structure sways — unblessed, unsure

A heresy no glue can cure

One thread short of sanctity

A monument to futility

Last screw missing — choir cries

Builder kneels as the hope dies

Perfect panels, edges true 

All betrayed for lack of you

Last screw missing — iron decree

Patron saint of entropy

Count the parts, recount the sum 

Still the final piece won’t come

Search the bags… search the past

Every structure built to last

Shelves collapsed and tables torn

Beds that creaked since they were born

Every build, the same refrain 

Completion always just in vain

I check the count, the building list

No piece omitted. None dismissed

The truth descends in thunderous view

The missing screw

Always was kidding you

´Cause the fault was you

Last screw missing — I confess

I am the flaw in holiness

No frame I raise, no joint I bind

Escapes the error in my mind

Last screw missing — crown me thus

Saint of loose construction’s curse

Every shrine my hands begin

Collapses from the void within

So let it lean, unfinished, bowed

A crooked relic, never proud

No fault of pack, nor absent store 

The flaw stood the work before

Last screw missing…

Last screw missing…

And in the dust of builds undone

Remains forever — only one

The last screw missing

Cold marble halls, a whispered prayer

Ink-stained hands, a vacant stare

Bells of reason slowly fade

Truth is mocked, then locked away

He walks alone through crowded streets

Shouting fate to deafened ears

They laugh it off, call him insane

Drown his words in cheap champagne

He sees the cracks in painted skies

Writes them down as warnings rise

Every vision carved in flame

Every truth denied by name

So he trades his voice for ink

While the world refuses to think

These are the Notes Of A Madman, torn and raw

Songs of ruin, written law

Notes Of A Madman, cursed and damned

Truths too heavy to withstand

Notes Of A Madman, line by line

Waiting for their end-time sign

Kings sign death with smiling seals

Oceans choke on iron and steel

Children pray to broken screens

Faith dissolves in gasoline

He turns the page with shaking hand

Sees tomorrow as it stands

They said, “Relax, it won’t come true,”

While the sky fell black and blue

Each denied and ridiculed

Now stands proven, sharp and cruel

Read the Notes Of A Madman, prophecy

Mirror of humanity

Notes Of A Madman, soaked in tears

Counting down the final years

Notes Of A Madman, hear them cry

As every written warning bites

Was I mad or just ahead?

Was I wrong—or merely read

What you buried deep inside

Fear you couldn’t outrun or hide?

If truth arrives too late to save

Is the prophet still to blame?

Last page filled, the silence grows

Ash falls softly on his notes

Now you kneel where you once laughed

Tracing words you called unmasked

Alone he stands, his work all done

The world remembers the madman

Soft as dawn on silver air

Little fingers clutch in prayer

Footsteps small on wooden floor

“Tell me what the world is for.”

“Father, why does morning glow?

Where does all the sunlight go?

Is the sky a painted sea?

Does it stretch eternally?

Why do sparrows learn to fly?

Do the mountains touch the sky?”

He pulls the child into his chest

Smiles and strokes his tangled crest

“The sun’s a fire, warm and bright

It wakes the earth from gentle night

The forest breathes in shades of green

A living, whispering, endless scene.”

Oh, Questions Of A Child, pure and wild

Wonder written, undefiled

Questions Of A Child, soft and mild

Every answer heaven-styled

Questions Of A Child, running free

Through a world he longs to see

“Father, what’s a crimson rose?

How does winter shape the snow?

What’s the color of the rain?

Does lightning carve a silver vein?

When deer run deep into the wood,

Do they know what’s bad or good?”

Again he holds him, patient, near,

Wipes away a shining tear.

“The rose is velvet, rich and red,

Like warmth when kindest words are said.

The forest dances, dark and wide,

With ancient rivers at its side.”

Oh, Questions Of A Child, brave and bright,

Chasing shadows, chasing light.

Questions Of A Child, day and night,

Turning dark to inner sight.

Questions Of A Child, tender plea,

Paint my world so I can see.

The father’s voice begins to break

For every dawn, for every lake

He paints with words blind eyes can’t find

A universe within the mind

For though no color meets his gaze

His heart is lit in countless ways

The child leans close and softly smiles

Tracing stars in unseen miles

“I see it, father, when you speak

Your voice makes all the darkness weak.”

And in his arms, in whispered mild

Shines the world

Through Questions Of A Child

In the shadowed depths, where the wild things roam
Whispers of the ancients, calling us back home
Chainsaws scream their horror, the end is nigh
But from the ashes, their spirits will rise high

Steel blades tear through the heart of the green
Silent cries echo, where life has been
Forests fall, like ruins of old
A tale of destruction, fiercely told

With every tree that falls, the echoes cry
Nature’s wrath awakens, the time is nigh
For every branch that breaks, there’s a price to pay
Hear the roots unite; they will have their day

Tree’s vengeance, in the air we breathe
A storm is coming, can you feel the heave?
Raging rivers flow, through sorrow and pain
Nature’s hands will strike, let the vengeance reign

Smoky skies above, the sun turns gray
A world in mourning, as we lose our way
But whispered legends tell of the fight
As shadows gather, preparing for the night

With every tree that falls, the echoes cry
Nature’s wrath awakens, the time is nigh
For every branch that breaks, there’s a price to pay
Hear the roots unite; they will have their day

Tree’s vengeance, in the air we breathe
A storm is coming, can you feel the heave?
Raging rivers flow, through sorrow and pain
Nature’s hands will strike, let the vengeance reign

From the ashes they’ll rise, with fury untold
A legion of shadows, in stories of old
Nature’s fierce army, with thunderous might
The trees will reclaim, their eternal right

Tree’s vengeance, in the air we breathe
A storm is coming, can you feel the heave?
Raging rivers flow, through sorrow and pain
Nature’s hands will strike, let the vengeance reign

Tree’s vengeance

Tree’s vengeance