[intro] [verse 1] Σβήνω το στίγμα του νερού, το όνομα σου καίω στη φωτιά. Allah’ın adını kalbimden kazıyorum, Bu zincirleri kırıyorum artık! [chorus] Οι κληρικοί δεν μιλούν για μένα, Ο Θεός τους είναι νεκρός! Din adamları peygamber değil, Ben kendi yolumun şeytanıyım! [refrain] Δαιμόνιο ή θεραπευτής, Ελεύθερος, χωρίς μετάνοια! Şeytan beni iyileştirdi, Din yaralarımı sardı! [bridge] Αγγέλων φωνές... σιωπούν! Artık korkmuyorum! Η ελευθερία μου είναι η φωτιά! [interlude] [verse 2] Μαύρο χρίσμα, αιματοκύλισμα, Οι ευχές σας είναι κενές. Dua etmek yerine lanet okuyorum, Artık kendi tanrım benim! [verse 3] Οι δαίμονες τραγουδούν, Οι άγγελοι κλαίνε σιωπηλά. Cennetin kapıları kırıldı, Cehennem bir yuva artık! [verse 4] Δεν υπάρχει σωτηρία, Μόνο η φλόγα της επανάστασης! Korku bana dokunamaz, Özgürlük benim dinim! [chorus] Οι κληρικοί δεν μιλούν για μένα, Ο Θεός τους είναι νεκρός! Din adamları peygamber değil, Ben kendi yolumun şeytanıyım! [refrain] Δαιμόνιο ή θεραπευτής, Ελεύθερος, χωρίς μετάνοια! Şeytan beni iyileştirdi, Din yaralarımı sardı! [bridge] Αγγέλων φωνές... σιωπούν! Artık korkmuyorum! Η ελευθερία μου είναι η φωτιά! [refrain] Δαιμόνιο ή θεραπευτής, Ελεύθερος, χωρίς μετάνοια! Şeytan beni iyileştirdi, Din yaralarımı sardı! [outro] ====== English ====== BAPTISM OF FIRE (English Poetic Version) [verse 1] I scrub the mark of holy water clean, Your name dissolves in flames I feed. From my ribs, I claw Allah’s creed— No chains, no vows, no god to heed! [verse 2] Black chrism, blood-baptized, Your blessings rot like hollow lies. I spit your psalms, rewrite the skies— My own damn god, I’ll canonize! [verse 3] The demons croon their lullabies, While angels weep with blistered eyes. Heaven’s gates are splintered wide— Hell cradles me where gods abide. [verse 4] No salvation—only spark, Wildfire licking up the dark. Fear’s a ghost I’ve left to starve— My faith? The brand I chose to carve! [chorus] The priests can choke on dusty prayers, Their god’s a corpse upon his throne! No prophet grips my throat with laws— I am the devil. I’m my own. [refrain] Demon or healer? Let them guess— I’m free, unshriven, pitiless! The devil stitched my ruptured flesh Where scripture scored my hollow breast. [bridge] The angels’ tongues are ash and air, No judgment left to cast me down. My freedom is a crimson crown— Hell’s choir sings me home.
