A ghoul has stepped through her skin and into God And in this place she is bound to her God Bride of the rotting world, made by God
Awful and beautiful to her eyes Because here, here love ends, here love dies Come the arrival of the God of all flies
Consumed by her own slow-burn, bitter fire
Utter, utter the words of her mind Mother, mother to all mankind Utter, utter all men will fall
Day by day she steps closer to her crucifixion Fair ribbons of scarlet dance from her wrists Hard by the gates to hell, her crucifixion
From her own sound creation She is brought into beingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
