1. SCARSPANGLED

Cum give me a moon filled with clitoral seeds, and I will
Show the world a destruction Never seen in creations time.

Hiding, crawling and vomiting my lies to stay from all
Beholders eyes.

Created by war, born again from a one night stand between
A virgin and a whore and
The count of imperfection.
Cursed to seek my preys in times as well clocked as the
Catholic Prays.

I despise my hunger, but you feed no longer which builds
My mission oh, so stronger.
I cry for dessert and a full
Moon turns you into my starter.

A brother in despair a life in vain.
I licked a taste of Denial from this legions neck,
Venomous draught.

She followed him down, dressed in scarspangled gown,
Through a fortress of filth as I Wept.
Her eyes glistened With a vibe of knowledge which times
And rains never could Adore.

His face turned from stone into loath
When he saw where he had slept.
Sweet tears Remains untouched for her blasphemy
They bless.
Each staircase more gruesome from Rhe memories
They've seen...

...But I could care less!


2. SON OF SUNS

Force the soul into coldness and hate.
A zombie from the Crib to the revelation of Shame.
Like a vampire I suck the Feeling out of the others
Everything fades away.
Sunset´s On her way.
Tomorrow it´s all the same.

Fill the emptiness with emptiness
And fall further and further.
Fighting to get rid of it,
Can't be this, can’t Be that,
Keeping up with my twisted mind.

Want to give up, forget and let it go.
But temptation comes upon me once more.
Holding me back.
Leaving all my time sore.
I'm a son of a sun, a keeper of a generation.

Want to give up, forget and let it go.
But temptation comes upon me once more.
Holding me back.
Leaving all my time sore.
I'm a son of a sun, a keeper of a generation.

Fill the emptiness with emptiness and fall further and Further
Fighting to get rid of it,
Can't be this, can’t Be that,
Keeping up with my twisted mind.

It's all the same, it still remains.
Nothing ever changes,
When the sun rises again we Stand by our own hypocrisy.


3. WOULD YOU BE MY BRIDE

Another day in the dawn and it’s crisp.
Standing quite Close to the edge,
I think I'm on My way to fade under
The circumstances I am lost,
Drowning under the weight of Your Soul.

I keep pretending nothing can make my anger slip

In a world disgusted with harmony
Lying is an exit, the
Mirror reeks of hypocrisy.

Would you be my queen?
Would you wear my crown with pride?
I adore the way you Set aside all sense to be my bride.

Would you be my bride!?

How could I stand it? why should I stand it?
My eyes Burned by torches from an Uneven mind while
Crocodiles Wipe their tears with barbed wire.

No one but you and your angelic demons ever rid me of me
And my demonic angels.

Would you be my queen? would you wear my crown with pride?
I adore the way you Set aside all sense to be my bride.

Would you be my bride!?

Would you be my queen? would you wear my crown with pride?
I adore the way you Set aside all sense to be my bride