In the midst of flaming ruins sits a scarlet woman bare Bearing arms of blooded silver sitting stalwart on a mare She has journeyed through salvation she has journeyed all alone She has journeyed through the twilight to find shelter in the sun Lashed inside a raven corset wearing heels immersed in ash Underneath her raven cloister she is blooded, bruised and scratched She has journeyed through forever turning feathers into stone Dressed in nothing but her girdle she bears carnage in her soul
In the midst of blood and fire sits a scarlet woman still She is waiting for completion waiting patiently, tranquil She has journeyed through purgation watching crimson turn to black She is waiting for perfection scratching symbols in her back Clenching hands reveal a dagger made of silver, made of lead She is cutting crests of crimson carving symbols in the dead From the apex of perfection hangs the loving Jesus crowned Crowned in thorns of misconception as a beacon to the blind
In the midst of my desires sits a scarlet woman pure She has journeyed through the slaughter to unveil the truth of four Lashed inside her blooded girdle she is waiting for the rain To deliver her from evil and deliver her from pain Only seconds after waiting golden rain begins to fall It relieves her aching body and revives the burning soil As a consequence of murder foursome rises from the dew To desire more than nothing is a hunger of the fewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
