Desperate, grieving woman walk with me Let the fire set this place aflame Desparate, grieving woman hate me Because I am the one who took your son away
Desperate grieving woman look at me And see my horrid face Desperate grieving woman take me And lead me to my grave
You may think I am insane But everyone changes when they see the face of god The flesh may be unwilling but the spirit is not Eventually, the magician will take what he came for
I too have been touched by the devilish one Forced to see through the silver streams of dismay Witness the prayers of mangled devotees Vanity in its purest form
Desperate times call for desperate measures But a feeble mind will falter under such burden Ravishing is the madness brought by devotion Delirious fanatics ravaging the sane
The reason is obvious and the act is appalling The motive may be unclear but so is belief I will accept my penance in triumph Not out of repentance, but pride in sin
Now I am walking towards the end - towards a human grave. Will this be the one I'll die upon Or just another test of faith Am I a cursed man or really insane?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
