a prayer to a rock 'n roll heart

    gently,

the fire turns

through the void 

and demands fulfillment

the beast crawls

through the soil

twists just for your endearment

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 seraphim,

moving her lips to me

in all her 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

alchemy of intimacy, further from sensibility

through endless accords, blissful 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.