The mark of my father is carved in my flesh A sign of damnation and heavenly incest The children of pleasure delivered in pain But crowned and defiled by the vile and insane
I am the daughter of Lilith and Cain The whitest of devils the purest of grain A serpent descendent from the brothels of hell Conceived in the winter of lovers farewell
Let instincts repeal any morals and codes So angels and demons can play with my soul Lets live and decline at the brink of delight In search of completion and moral defiance
The lady of moonshine she lives in my veins Where spirits of wisdom reside unconstrained Please show me that pleasure is not what it seems My life is my weapon I live un-conceived
The fires in heaven burn brightly for them Who daggers embowel both time and again The scars of my journey the signs that I bear The sounding of trumpets proves that life isnt fair
The mark of my mother is carved in my flesh A sign of salvation and heavenly conquest The children of pleasure delivered in vain We live and we die and we shall live againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
