As I take my final breath of dying air
my fear of pain so surreal
shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh
quickening through blood and broken hopes
slow departure, dark my mind
put my trust in stories from the ancient times
a life along the holy path
fire, death, bloodrain, pain arouses me
Holy father, I will sin again
shivers down my spine as I rip my own flesh
quickening through blood and broken souls
A life along the holy path
holy father I will sin again
fire, death, bloodrain, pain arouses me
I taste the pain
holy father, I must sin again |
