Scarlet-Souled

Come on!

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war
And you eye sunless despair in the sand of time

I open the gates of spiritual bliss
Because mine are the hands of god

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war
And your eye of sunless despair in the sand of time
Blame you'll find will capture you
The fear will grow within the dream
In the arms of your saviour
You will drink my bitter bane

The night was sultry and close from the lust
On the hills the gardens gained power
Somebody said "This is our Lord's head"
But I wash't needed some holy rites
To feel the cold inhuman touch
Mother the Might gave the sword to me

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war
And your eye of sunless despair in the sand of time
Devote the essence of you to me
I'll engrave on it eternity
Then I'll cover in immortality
And ornaments of unearthly ecstasy

I write prophecies of a dying world
Because mine are the hands of god

The night was sultry and close from the lust
On the hills the gardens gained power
Somebody said "This is our Lord's head"
But I wash't needed some holy rites
To feel the cold inhuman touch
Mother the Might gave the sword to me

I'm consumed by conceit
I'm scarlet - souled
I'm the one of the chosen
Sculptors at dawn