Mensagens
gently,
the fire turns
through the void
the beast crawls
through the soil
I'll love you,
I'll hate you
I'll dance
while this record is playing
humming sounds of sin
that feeds the fire within
our rock 'n roll hearts.
hedonistic seraph,
moving her lips to me
in all pictures black & white
standing naked
in our garden of delights
defiance
is the only truth
the reality trigger,
that diggers
through mud
and insanity
castrating and tempting
at the same time
through endless accords, by truth enforced
the blessed ones now will hear it
in our minus chords,
all the passion
built in mysterious crafts,
the blue notes within
the heresy of sound
sets now the fire
through this holy ground.
making love
to invoke the muse
a prayer to our rock'n roll hearts.
