Bright is your scythe Searching for the heart of pain Blood is divine - You laugh between flesh and despair - and despair
Cruelty can be a perverting virtue Such as the instinct that control your soul Desire burn like fire on her essence Seductive sense of domination above all innocence
The smell of despair Leeches the air I lick all your fear You know you're condemned The mask of your soul Is a lacerated flesh The Beautiful Carnage - Goddess of the damned
Agony is the fountain of your art A downward path to the darkest side of men's heart She turns a messiah into a pariah Dancing with their knives through the hands of a sadist preacher Nemesis, I saw your genesis Offering the hand of doom to death comes to full bloom
A hopeless illusion of a doorway to survive
The smell of despair Leeches the air I lick all your fear You know you're condemned The mask of your soul Is a lacerated flesh The Beautiful Carnage Goddess of the damned
