You and me are saints shooting a porno in the sky starring St Valentine Our fellowship writes a sci-fi poem Adonai, death is our deadline Christ on a belfry's wall sprays upgraded mystic signs, falls down and dies Through the sea of stars we are sending jolly lies Our Black Moon still shines Only you must decide what is true, what is lie We are free guerillas of your soul, Moon still shines Higher, our church is chaosmagick of black holes Higher, our priest is stellar Judas of your soul Higher, our Black Moon still shines
Lord got the title role in an occult soap opera, since that time he's been a star Our yellow press brought news of Satan's parricide, readers are satisfied Venus the Concubine sings an aggressive lullaby, death-wish be her guide Through the sea of stars we are sending jolly lies Our Black Moon still shines Only you must decide what is true, what is lie We are free guerillas of your soul, Moon still shines Higher, our church is chaosmagick of black holes Higher, our priest is stellar Judas of your soul Higher, our Black Moon still shinesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
