Thine holy glance enlights my chamber
Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts
A gentle thrill
I'm crowned with thorns
Who will remember this ?
Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head
Collapsing mental boundries
Draconic lips of mine
And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
O`angels find their sacred land
In my debility they bloom
Kill my flesh
Kill my skin
Cure my sore
Cure my belief
A wince, just to regret
To wear a willow
A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice
To wear the willow- lost within
And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye
My thirst for life embodies prayers at night
I sentence myself - a wilful execution
Disclaiming innocence indeed
O`angel find their sacred land in mine
What they have never dared to be
O`angel find their sacred land in mine
Where they can be what they greed
O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they can still make me believe
O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they have crowned me ......
......Crowned with thorns
