I kiss the untouched heavenly carcass As sacramental dying becomes art Saintly pains send chills down my spine As I penetrate the very womb of life A venomous moon is gazing Through my hollow soul Forcing me to bleed As many times before
Again I bleed... with desire And its' savage breath reaches angel skin Within the holy wing temptation haunt A spit of filth moisturizing her sinful cunt Whispers in the shape of lust Echoes in the veins of night As a haze of bleeding lurking souls Among deflowered angels cries
"I feel the presence of thy arrival As the heavens are set aflame Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints Beautifully beckons thy infernal path Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade And plunge it through the heart of the sun"
Whispers in the shape of lust Echoes in the veins of night As a haze of bleeding lurking souls Among deflowered angels cries
"I feel the presence of thy arrival As the heavens are set aflame Ashes of serenity with the essence of rotting saints Beautifully beckons thy infernal path"
Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade And plunge it through the heart of the sun I plant the seed of thy sinister realm I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned A venomous moon is gazing Through my hollow soul Forcing me to bleed As many times before Sinful pains send chills down my spine As I penetrate the very womb of life
As many times before
I behold the falling sky, as my chest becomes a rapist temple A temple of dying love, nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams I behold the falling sky, as my chest becomes a rapist temple A temple of dying love, nailed with a thousand bleeding dreams Dismal it lay, this shattered utopia before my eyes And paints the last pieces of paradise with the echoes of angel cries
Master, for thee I raise my bloodstained blade And plunge it through the heart of the sun I plant the seed of thy sinister realm I invoke thee Tyrant of the damned
And I'm reborn in their dismal pain Their death, the tongue on my infected wounds I stare into the hollow where the dust of time still moan Upon a bleeding paradise, where angels no more roam...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
