Wings, i feel wings Like the semen of god on my face Here is the proof of his love in my life Stuck like a whore in his brothel of light
Bio-constellations of chastity in white They saturate my voice to influence my choice Enigmatic shards of a crystallized sky They gave me every reason for feeling blue
Faith, i lose faith To the empty remains of the cross Now i am chained to this circus of death in vain Praying to the emptiness for a mockery of pain
Cursed be ye for sowing all this dying Your prophecies will burn for all their lying Oblivion still reigns upon your chosen It's sad to see them run to meet the fallen
