I remember the dawn I'd wake to your smile Your devilish and playful grins Gave me confidence that I needed To conquer my days
Now those mornings have gone They've medicated my flesh My mind seems to follow Our together times have been Painfully taken away
Accused of diabolical crimes When only spending precious time With the one who could save me From executive poison
How could my life become so tragic I miss the golden age of black magick
Why would they do this to me I must somehow let them know That you are my savior Not a ghost in the room of conjured imagination
If our time is indeed very short I sacrifice my soul completely to you Before they shatter our treasure My utter devotion
It's not possession, that they question, Not my enlightened mind The numbing injections, my lord... They make you disappear
How could my life become so tragic I miss the golden age of black magick
Broken hearted I weep Now you visit less often, I lose all desire The battle I fought to spread The message of satan
Now those mornings have gone They've medicated my flesh My mind seems to follow Our together times have been Painfully taken awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
