Angel Ashamed (Thy Disease)

Taste me - the sick lust for pain Wound, with the rapcious nails to live Consume the flash to reach another state Of lady sacryfice You humiliate me The deepest fear I have expected By this corrupted faith Defenseless thoughts in my mind You have treated Marciless - unspoken void Now're left I love to see this appearing fear By your gray eyes Then always follow me Even my pain had gone Now I witness the devils face It is so beautiful