The Last Saint of Budapest Single (2021)

Pale skin is like parchment
Thick blood is my ink
I write the last gospel
With a knife's sharp tip

Tonight the new age begins
Tonight they fall to their knees
They build black churches in my image
They lust for my deathly kiss

I'm no saint I'm an exile
Exiled both from heavens and hell
In the lands of defilement
They'll make a god of me

My scars will serve them as a map

It may lead them to trap
Their fears shall be their only compass
And thus… my will is done

They call me The Last Saint of Budapest

I'm no saint I'm an exile
Exiled both from heavens and hell
In the lands of defilement
They'll make a god of me
I'm no saint I'm an exile
Exiled both from heavens and hell
In the lands of defilement
They'll make a god of me

Tonight they burn bonfires with my horns
Wherewith the myth is born

Feel my bane spread inside
As the poisoned hearts collide
My will is done

I'm no saint I'm an exile
Exiled both from heavens and hell
In the lands of defilement
They'll make a god of me
I'm no saint I'm an exile
Exiled both from heavens and hell
In the lands of defilement
They'll make a god of me

The end is nigh
Enjoy the ride
My will be done
Thou'll make a god of me

— Jurii Kirnev
22 April 2021