There's a flame that leads our souls astray
No one's safe from its tender touch of pain.
And every day it's looking for new slaves
To celebrate the beauty of the grave.
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire.
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverance
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire.
And again we're falling for disgrace,
And hate will shelter us from the rain.
We are enslaved by the sacred heart of shame
And gently raped by the light of day.
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire.
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
Addicted to our divine despair.
The venom of the cross we bear.
The guilt will follow us to death.
We are like the living dead
Sacrificing all we have
For a frozen heart and a soul on fire.
We are like the living dead
Craving for deliverence
With a frozen heart and a soul on fire
With a soul on...
Soul on..
Soul on...
Fire.
Soul on fire.
Escrito por nitt | 11 de Abril 2004 a las 09:50 PM