I sleep in a magic chord,
and wake up when I hear it,
I'm the essence of humanity.
I represent promiscuity
of the souls that sicken with peace,
I appear: I'm freedom
of your body and I don't charge with faith!
Now tell me: how much does your soul cost?
now tell me: money or pleasure?
Do you dream with curing cancer?
HIV was invention of Yahveh.
I wanna be with you and feed you,
sometimes the pain sleeps in a song.
And I know I'll die from decadent love,
lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
The Prince of the Sweet Sorrow I am
and my blood feeds your being.
The lust of my wings
caresses your breasts and scratches your skin.
Drink! Intoxicate your vices.
Decide! Orgasms or love.
The only church that illuminates is the one that burns,
the Nazarene sleeps in his Cross.
I wanna be with you and feed you,
sometimes the pain sleeps in a song.
And I know I'll die from decadent love,
lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
"Oh Lord, king of the sadness,
angel of the sweet pain,
drink the bile from my mouth,
blaspheme, come and make love to me."
I wanna be with you and feed you,
sometimes the pain sleeps in a song.
And I know I'll die from decadent love,
lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
I wanna be with you and feed you,
sometimes the pain sleeps in a song.
If you play in my honor, I'll go out of this Hell,
give me your soul, I don't want to die.
I sleep in a magic chord, and wake up when I hear it, I'm the essence of humanity.
I represent promiscuity of the souls that sicken with peace, I appear: I'm freedom of your body and I don't charge with faith!
Now tell me: how much does your soul cost? now tell me: money or pleasure? Do you dream with curing cancer? HIV was invention of Yahveh.
I wanna be with you and feed you, sometimes the pain sleeps in a song. And I know I'll die from decadent love, lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
The Prince of the Sweet Sorrow I am and my blood feeds your being. The lust of my wings caresses your breasts and scratches your skin.
Drink! Intoxicate your vices. Decide! Orgasms or love. The only church that illuminates is the one that burns, the Nazarene sleeps in his Cross.
I wanna be with you and feed you, sometimes the pain sleeps in a song. And I know I'll die from decadent love, lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
"Oh Lord, king of the sadness, angel of the sweet pain, drink the bile from my mouth, blaspheme, come and make love to me."
I wanna be with you and feed you, sometimes the pain sleeps in a song. And I know I'll die from decadent love, lugubrious kisses. Burn in me!
I wanna be with you and feed you, sometimes the pain sleeps in a song. If you play in my honor, I'll go out of this Hell, give me your soul, I don't want to die.