Das Heilige Fieber

Hast du dein Herz ?
Spielst du die macht in deinen Händen

You took all the pleasure of torturing me
Within the blades of your subconscious
And my blood dripped through your eyes
As scattered hopes will be filtered by your own hate

Conspicuous temptations to burden your reality
All I was to you was another creature turned vicious
I am the energy that could turn you back into lies
Buried under a few feet of decaying faith

I’m not dying for your self esteem
I’m not crying for the lost temperamental disease
With your holy fever that stumbles upon the weak
You’re not going to get me to my knees….

Slipping through an illusory of pain and steam
Another American dream and ill be fit for the release
Tied to your bed in stained red sheets, so bleak
Mannequin for your despised lust that rapes and sees….

Do you have your heart
Buried under your tainted faith
Could you tear me apart
And simply call it fate ?

Is this your holy fever
That’s slowly eating me away
Are you make believing a newer life
In your pierced hands ?
I will not let myself die
Will not let your holy fever
Afflict me as did your lies…

By die Krähe

I am darkness incarnated.I am but a Crow, flying above desolated lands, in search of what only exists in the realm of the forsaken...Ich bin Aine die Hexe, A solitaire Witch...