Diary Of Dreams Scars of Greed

Đóng góp: ips of mine

And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom
O`angels find their sacred land
In my debility they bloom

Kill my flesh
Kill my skin

Cure my sore
Cure my belief

A wince, just to regret
To wear a willow
A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice
To wear the willow- lost within

And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye
My thirst for life embodies prayers at night
I sentence myself - a wilful execution
Disclaimi ng innocence indeed

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
What they have never dared to be

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
Where they can be what they greed

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they can still make me believe

O`angel find their sacred land in mine
For they have crowned me ......

......Crow ned with thorns