O`angels come to guide me in my sacred land

Thine holy glance enlights my chamber

Stranger worlds in fractal thoughts



A gentle thrill

I'm crowned with thorns

Who will remember this ?



Quiet doms of whispering circling in my head

Collapsing mental boundries

Draconic lips of mine



And angels still corrupting with a silent word of wisdom

O`angels find their sacred land

In my debility they bloom



Kill my flesh

Kill my skin



Cure my sore

Cure my belief



A wince, just to regret

To wear a willow

A wince, just to regret self - sacrifice

To wear the willow- lost within



And grieve for what I've lost - a mournful eye

My thirst for life embodies prayers at night

I sentence myself - a wilful execution

Disclaiming innocence indeed



O`angel find their sacred land in mine

What they have never dared to be



O`angel find their sacred land in mine

Where they can be what they greed



O`angel find their sacred land in mine

For they can still make me believe



O`angel find their sacred land in mine

For they have crowned me ......



......Crowned with thorns