Scars Of Greed
O`angels come to guide me in my sacred landThine holy glance enlights my chamberStranger worlds in fractal thoughtsA gentle thrillI'm crowned with thornsWho will remember this ?Quiet doms of whispering circling in my headCollapsing mental boundriesDraconic lips of mineAnd angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdomO`angels find their sacred landIn my debility they bloomKill my fleshKill my skinCure my soreCure my beliefA wince, just to regretTo wear a willowA wince, just to regret self - sacrificeTo wear the willow- lost withinAnd grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eyeMy thirst for life embodies prayers at nightI sentence myself - a wilful executionDisclaiming innocence indeedO`angel find their sacred land in mineWhat they have never dared to beO`angel find their sacred land in mineWhere they can be what they greedO`angel find their sacred land in mineFor they can still make me believeO`angel find their sacred land in mineFor they have crowned me ............Crowned with thorns